I am writing up my Dorktown Report on Seattle Mariners History which cycles through the madcap last days of the Kingdome. 1996, when the M's where finally National Favorites for the 1st Time, they where Over .500 the whole year for the first time and they still had Randy Johnson get hurt costing them the playoffs and 1998, the last full season of the Kingdome, they'd cratered as a team even with both the Home Run Derby and National Favorite Status.
The infuriation in all of this is A-Rod was comfortably relatable, Edgar Martinez never really was brought up either way, because he didn't have to, the Big Unit being a nervous wreck as usual, and Ken Griffey,Jr.'s son Trey was stacked the deck with every Men's Sports Scholarship with the University of Arizona before settling on College Football.
Especially in my Middle School Years in Lisbon, where I'd expected the Mariners to be in the World Series, and the town was Cubs Territory where deep runs would be a blue moon (and still are). I would think the inflicted, Cubs Styled Gaffes of Mariners Baseball have both been infuriating and uncomfortable, and Seattle would play like a Non-Peak Battle of the Boot Iowa City, when the civic boosters want gold, but come home empty.
The current reality, is the Mariners Fan Base would be Fat and Happy, except if the 2nd would be up for debate. Seattle has Real Deal Women's Sports Goddesses like it was Iowa City, and that would not be hyperbole or risking a collar or risking wishing Tom Brady would retire before slumming the Pewter.
I think the first time they lucked into the Top Pick, they lucked into it when it was a Great Year. The second time, the Dodgers and Southern California where ticked off and they where ticked off enough to force a Jell-O of a Trade up I-5 to try to get Randy Johnson when their whole luster went missing.
The Ocean Breaking Year (1998), kept a Yankee Record from being a Mariner Record and I am still bashing around things like they happened Saturday Night, only to avoid the dark.
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