I'm grieving the Mariners, trying to avoid being irrationally angry at the Huskies and trying to figure out what the hell to make of the Seahawks. I'm not alone in any of these feelings.
There was photographic evidence from TMobile Park on Wednesday night regarding the existence of a specific mythical creature. Just not the one you think.
Did I stay up to watch the end of the Mariners' 4-2 victory over Oakland? Well, it's not like I had a job to go to in the morning.
A question for those who want Seattle to make a change at defensive coordinator: You sure that would be enough?
A weekly look at what we can learn from the in-game decision-making of NFL head coaches and why they fear looking dumb more than anything else.
You wanted a more explosive offense for Russell Wilson, right? Well, that volatility cuts both ways as we saw Sunday!
Many people remember exactly what they were doing during the Mets' Game 6 comeback in 1986. I remember what I wasn't going to do.
I'm test driving a concept for a week-in-review column that focuses on the men who wear the headsets in the NFL.
No anxiety? No suspense? Who are these Seahawks who won their season-opener in such a methodical, efficient fashion in Indianapolis?
The happiest accident of my professional career ended last week, and I've got a few things I'd like to say about all that.
After 25 years being paid to cover Seattle sports, it was good to know I still feel something for my favorite team even if what I felt on Saturday was teeth-gnashing, garment-rending pain.
This is also called "talking."
