The light grows dimmer. His reign, it grows older. The gold sheen of his glove patinas, aging from what was. Twelve years Kyle Seager will have manned third base for the Seattle Mariners. His land, a small patch of soil — a corner, if you will, never haphazardly represented. In twelve years, just one man tried to lay claim to the throne, one (1) Ryon Healy. He was unsuccessful, furthermore, banished from the kingdom entirely. It was his corner, his soil, the fruits of his labor and real estate of the Seager name.