When Doug Fister toed the rubber at Safeco Field, t-shirt makers, and to a lesser extent fans, were waiting in anticipation.
He pitched six innings, allowing a hit, four walks, and no runs. But who cares?
In the back of every mature, refined, sophisticated male’s brain remains at least a shred of our adolescence, specifically, the shred that used to chuckle internally during sex education.
For the last couple of days there has been an outpouring of puns and double entendres by Mariner fans.
It’s been a long time since a player received so much interest simply based on his name. Not even “The ...
