This beer, loaded with Citra and Azacca hops, *could have* been named something different. We just needed to win ONE. LAST. GAME to get to a place that we’ve never been before – The World Series. And  then, win 4 more games…Fuck, even the Rockies have been there, and they’re basically an AAA team right now. Alas, it didn’t pan out. The boys played their hearts out but occasionally stumbled and Dan Wilson forever agonized over the pitching staff, and still we hung in there to the final game of the ALCS. It was an amazing, if not ugly, effort and to be fair – they more than outperformed all annual predictions. It was still amazing to see the city abuzz for the final month of games – you could feel the positivity even in brief, mundane interactions with strangers. So here’s to the Mariners, this year and next. And congrats to the Dodgers on their 9th World Series title. It must be nice…