Dodger Game Review, Feb 25 2018 at the Seattle Mariners

This is Felix Hernandez.  You can see his Mariner uniform.  The Seattle Mariners today have worn something different than this, although the style is style bold and strong.

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Dodger Game Review, Feb 25 2018 at the Seattle Mariners

Action as usual.  Even the points the Mariners have earned aren’t very exciting on the 25th of February, a month with casual moods at the place where the Dodgers are determining energy to the point of articulation if not outright things to prepare.  The sports announcers for the game on LA’s channel for Spectrum have been a little antsy and dismissive, huh?  I don’t know.  There’s something I whiff from the baseball game for Preseason that less which I don’t care much on.  At least Kershaw is still throwing pitches with plenty of elbow grease from time to time and some player injured from last year has returned to stake claim on the baseball swinging part.  Often this game for the 25th has felt dumb and I can’t make baseball fans watch all of the poor or average stuff.  Put clearly, I don’t like “average”.  My truth here can’t be considered rubbish.  Various obstacles are indicated in the game with the usual fashion of professional league baseball.  Action goes to action, defense to defense, sometimes reversed with little definitions hidden in the clouds or somewhere over the rainbow where sprinklers go off against the fate of used blades of grass.  Usual stuff out of professional playing sounds cliche but whenever I’m pinpointing on excellence and foul play, accidents can happen.  For example, consider my position of reckoning the baseball game while some particular readers make me a nervous wreck.  Why such circumstance?  Because the metal looks funny on their microwaves, beans are too cold, “my husband is drunk again”, peculiar onslaught in much space towards our baseball universe, for which, through and through, fans dispute with others at times when there’s absolutely nothing special to appeal to.  Imagine me snoring by a Mexican afghan after the talk show host leaves me disgruntled with his poor logic of which I think he should apologize for.  What’s his name?  Don’t remember.  What I remember is attempting at rest and failing at the ship, going or flowing where it counts.  Maybe I’m referring to fans of great nature as opposed to all fans.  The whole crowd ought to be considered, so I’ll try reckoning.  However they get food at a stadium depends on the promiscuous act made before the field lines and diminishing returns.  Surely the Los Angeles Dodgers aren’t ready yet.  There’s too much standing and not enough swinging and I’m getting sick of the average victories and losses.  Even the Seattle Mariners are more aim than pump.  While it may be true that the teams are still getting ready or disputing over senses, imagination is key to understanding, hence there’s understanding in baseball which requires imagination.  Consider the imagination behind the swing, imagination behind running, fancy and logical disorder through subtle means of ball playing.  Do fans out there even KNOW the Dodgers’ imaginations?  Tallies and points are just scratches on a post; we need action!   

    

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