While the Mariners were in the midst of a second straight sweep, I was providing a poop bag for a famous and amazing lady who is apparently a neighbor.
I should feel bad for the young gymnast whose attempt to buy Babe Ruth's old apartment was snuffed. I'm finding it hard, though.
How a scene from "Pulp Fiction" captures my current attempt to maintain my brain-dead enthusiasm for the Mariners recent acquisitions.
My six days in Seattle started with a meal that had special meaning and ended with a reminder of how fun baseball can be in that city.
Of course he will. My former co-worker dabbled in AI this past week, and all that proved is that Robot Jim is no match for the original.
I'm grateful for Cassidy Krug not just because she's an amazing person and great friend, but she's written a book that I'm finding incredibly helpful right now.
You don't always get credit for preventing a problem from occurring. So today, we'll recognize John Schneider's foresight for passing off the live grenade that was Russell Wilson's next deal.
The real loss isn't what happened in Oklahoma City last night. It's what happened in Seattle 19 years ago, a legacy that I've outlined using my own bile.
There is a specific and unprecedented strain of glee that I've experienced while watching the Oklahoma City Thunder lose.
Randy Johnson didn't have to be asked about Howard Lincoln, the Mariners former CEO, for the Big Unit to bring some heat, high and tight.
Before 'The Equalizer,' Denzel Washington starred in a 2004 movie that gloriously showcases the one essential, non-negotiable criteria for any revenge flick. Namely: revenge.
