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Bryan Woo turns in another outstanding outing at home as Mariners beat Angels

"In the days when the diplodocus lived in Wyoming a great body of water extended into the land and the diplodocus, like other animals of the reptile family, spent a large part of his time in these waters."

Pictured knowledge. v.1. 1916.

The Blitz here manages to qualify as Britain's Darkest Hour, thus triggering the return of Arthur from the Realm Avalon.

He does not speak a lick of modern English. He speaks an unholy mishmash of Brittonic and Late Classical Latin.

(Honestly I can see the latter becoming a plot point if they manage to get their hands on a Roman Catholic priest to act as a translator. It wouldn't be a perfect arrangement, but probably better than anything else.)

Truthfully he probably gets mistaken for a madman.

Somehow manages to steal a Spitfire out from under the RAF's nose, proceeds to use it to bring down like half an enemy squadron on his own, then lands in a field in the middle of nowhere.

1. Knew Tolkien

2. Did a bunch of classified stuff in WW2.

3. Knew how to use a sword.

jeez it started seeping into his laces by the end of the match

Just a few years after Major League Baseball introduced sweeping pace-of-play reforms intended to make the sport more compelling, a stressed-out nation confirmed Thursday that baseball games had now become much too fast. “Jesus Christ, everything’s happening so fast I can’t even keep track of it—let us catch our breath!” Reds fan Aaron Cartwright said as he scrambled to down a beer and a hot dog during a recent home game in his native Cincinnati, echoing a belief shared by millions of Americans that the pitch clock had transformed his experience from leisurely afternoon-long day-drinking sessions into “frantic, headache-inducing sprints” without any of the dead time or sense of listlessness that once made baseball great.