It seemed eerily familiar. Despite the fact that it was an LA Angels baseball game, for some reason I kept picturing Toronto as a scared foreign Yokozuna trying to evade a casket that was an inevitable resting place. My mind had been warped by Robles entrance… and years of watching WWE’s Undertaker close in on his own flapping blue adversaries. Warning, if you hate wrestling, you may not pick up on what this article is laying down.
April 30th, 2019. The sweat beaded off Robles’ brow as he took the sign then delivered the pitch; strike three on the outside of the plate, looking.