What to Call a Late-Season Sweep in Seattle?

i can't see the initial suggestions in poll-form?
do any of them say anything close to suicide seattle or something?

We ripped their beating heart from their chest, and showed it to them before they died.

a venti Rat Latte

Rat bites Sasquatch: Film at 11

'nuff said.

great, we got a sweep, but it ain't over yet??

Imagine

It's early Sunday afternoon. You have just finished dining on your lemon raspberry french toast and latte for brunch. The day ahead looks good. Your seafaring heroes are one game off the lead, with a gimme against the dreck of a team that is the 2007 Texas Rangers. Meanwhile, the Despicable Ones from, ugh, Southern Cal-e-forn-ya, are going to have one final go against their long-time nemesis, Toronto. On this day you can expect to see the Mariners in a cake walk PLUS the Angels getting pwnd, and the division is tied with those asswipes coming up here to deal with the hottest offense in baseball, and on your own home turf. Yeah, your town is going crazy. You are one of The Masters OF The Baseball Universe.

Fast-track ahead a mere 72 hours. You should have paid more attention to that lunar eclipse, when the full moon was bathed in an eerie red glow and presented uniquely to the West Coast during the most important series this city has seen in years. It was a sign. A sign from Heaven above.

Now it's early Wednesday afternoon. You are vomiting up another organic greens and balsamic salad. The Mariners are 5 games back. Five. Games. Back. You are a punk, and the team you backed is a spineless pretender humiliatingly exposed as a sham. They are road kill, left for dead. You are worthy of no testosterone-laden moments of tribal victory. Those pithy, witty, smackdowns that you had queued up to volley at the fans over at Halos Heaven cling to your tongue like freshly chewed feces from your labrador. You can only choke on the bile of all that hatred you have for the Angels. You are a neutered puss foolishly adorned in your Ichiro jersey and you are a 3-hour drive from getting home and being able to shed the advertisement that, yes, you are a loser. Again.

You are "Seattle Mariners Fan". You have experienced pay back for the 2006 season wherein your team bent over and grabbed their ankles for the personal benefit of the Oakland A's and begged for more, ripping the division title out of the hands of the Angels. And then the Angels came. When your hopes and confidence were at their highest, they came. And they remembered, and they conquered. And the worst part of it is that there may still be more punishment to be dealt out in the future.

That's what I'd call it.

OC/So Cal style. I've hated the M's especially since 1995. We need to keep it up against the A's and Texas.

1. A complete game shutout.
2. An epic comeback after a miserable first inning.
3. An implosion by not only a staff ace, but an entire bullpen.

The LA Times article from a few days ago summed it up best by describing the Angels as just waltzing into Seattle, not worried at all, to wipe the floor with them. I'm thinking that maybe this weekend I might have to go through this entire year and write up some of the highlights thus far. This is certainly one of the better moments of the season, especially since I think that this is going to mark the start of a really great part of the season - The Angels ascendancy, the Red Sox stumbling, and the eventual incredible October, where we get to see this team go all the way!

Running the Angels colors up the Mariner's masts?

Can break out their "lucky razors" and shave their armpits again and refocus their cosmic vibes on chasing down the Bombers.

Stay humble. If you have questions, see Garret Anderson.