Tuesday, March 3, 2026

If the World Baseball Classic Existed in the 90s...

Bit of a thought experiment, but here would be the starting line up and starting pitcher & closer for a World Baseball Classic team if it existed in the 1990s

1. Kenny Lofton — CF (L) • Elite OBP/SLG combo in his early‑90s peak • Game‑breaking speed sets the table • Gold‑glove defense in center 

2. Chuck Knoblauch — 2B (R) • High OBP, line‑drive machine • Perfect “bridge” hitter who keeps the pressure on • Great hit‑and‑run partner with Lofton 

3. Barry Bonds — LF (L) • The most complete hitter in baseball by 1990–94 • OBP monster, 30–40 HR power, elite baserunning • Forces pitchers to work from the stretch early 

4. Mike Piazza — C (R) • Best pure right‑handed hitter of the era • Protects Bonds, punishes pitchers who pitch around him • Massive gap and HR power 

5. Larry Walker — RF (L) • Balanced power, average, and athleticism • Lefty who can still hit lefties • Extends the inning behind Piazza 

6. Tony Gwynn — DH (L) • Contact king, .350+ threat • Perfect “reset” hitter who prevents strikeout clusters • Turns the lineup over with quality ABs 

7. Barry Larkin — SS (R) • MVP‑caliber shortstop with power/speed blend • Dangerous lower‑order bat who lengthens the lineup • Elite defense keeps run prevention strong 

8. Mark Grace — 1B (L) • High‑contact, high‑OBP, doubles machine • Ideal 8‑spot hitter who keeps innings alive • Lefty balance before the 9‑hole 

9. Jeff Cirillo — 3B (R) • High‑average, low‑K, underrated OBP • A “second leadoff” hitter who feeds Lofton • Strong glove at third 

SP: Gred Maddux - Run prevention king in a pre‑steroid‑explosion environment - Ground‑ball machine who pairs perfectly with Larkin/Knoblauch/Cirillo - Low walk rate keeps games clean 

CL: Dennis Eckersley - Ridiculous control - Sub‑1.00 WHIP for multiple seasons - Strikeout-to-walk ratio unmatched

Friday, February 27, 2026

“The Draculina Descends”

 EXT. LONDON RUINS – NIGHT

The sky burns. Reapers fire into the city. Hammer forces are scattered.

A shuttle wreck smolders in the rubble.

Shepard’s gauntleted hand claws free. She hauls herself out, armor cracked, bleeding.

SHEPARD
(grim)
Still here.
Liara and Tali climb out behind her.

LIARA
Shepard! Are you hurt?

SHEPARD
I’ve had worse.
(into comm)
Anderson, we’re down but mobile. Moving toward your position.

A Reaper beam slams into the ground nearby. The earth splits open, revealing a buried stone vault—ancient, runed, humming with red light.

TALI
Keelah… that’s not in any of the mission briefings.

LIARA
That architecture… it’s not Prothean. 

The runes pulse faster. Something inside begins pounding.

SHEPARD
Guns up. Nobody touch it.

The stone splits. A massive iron coffin rises from the dust—black, engraved with sigils, chained shut.

Marines aim rifles.

MARINE
Commander?

The coffin shakes violently.

SHEPARD
Hold fire.

The chains snap. The lid blasts off like a missile.

A figure sits up, stretching like someone waking from a nap.

A massive anti‑tank cannon materializes beside her, resting against the coffin.

SERAS VICTORIA
Bloody hell… did someone start the apocalypse without me? Again?

She looks around at the burning city.

SERAS
…Yep. Definitely again.

Tali yelps, raising her shotgun.

TALI
What is that?!

Liara’s biotics flare.

LIARA
Her energy signature—Shepard, I’ve never seen anything like it.

Seras blinks at them, confused but friendly.

SERAS
Hi! Hello! I’m Seras. Seras Victoria. Police girl. Vampire.
(pats cannon)
This is my emotional support gun.

All rifles tighten.

SHEPARD
Identify your allegiance.

Seras studies Shepard, tilting her head.

SERAS
You’re not Integra. Or Alucard. Or anyone I know.
(beat)
Oh bollocks. I’ve been isekai’d, haven’t I?

TALI
What’s an “isekai”? Is that a species?

LIARA
I don’t think so.

A Reaper Brute roars behind them.

Seras sighs.

SERAS
Right. One apocalypse at a time.

She lifts the Harkonnen with one hand.

EXT. LONDON STREET – CONTINUOUS

The Brute charges the squad.

Seras fires.

The Harkonnen’s blast vaporizes the Brute and half the street behind it.

The shockwave knocks Marines off their feet; Shepard braces, sliding back.

TALI
Keelah! She just deleted it!

LIARA
That weapon… the mass, the recoil—how is she holding it?

Seras lowers the cannon, sheepish.

SERAS
Sorry! Bit rusty! Haven’t fired this thing in… uh… a century? Ish?

Shepard steps forward, eyes locked on Seras.

SHEPARD
You’re not Alliance. You’re not Cerberus. You’re not Reaper tech.
What are you?

Seras smiles—warm, but with fangs.

SERAS
A soldier. A protector. Someone who’s lost too many people already.
(eyes glow brighter)
And someone who’s not letting giant metal space‑squids eat another planet.

She looks up at the Reapers with a predator’s grin.

SERAS
So, Commander… point me at the bad guys.
I’ve got the big gun.

Shepard holds her gaze for a beat, then nods.

SHEPARD
You want to help? You’re with us.
(to squad)
We move. Anderson’s waiting.

EXT. LONDON RUINS – MOVING TOWARD ANDERSON

Shepard leads. Liara and Tali flank her. Seras walks casually behind, Harkonnen on her shoulder.
Reaper forces close in.
A Marauder fires at Seras. Bullets bounce off.

SERAS
Oi! I just woke up! At least buy me dinner before shooting me!

She fires a single round. The Marauder ceases to exist.

TALI
Okay, I’m officially glad she’s on our side.

LIARA
Your physiology… your energy… it’s unlike anything in the galaxy.

SERAS
Aww, thanks! I try.
(softer)
I’m a vampire. Long story. Lots of blood. Very messy.
But I fight for humans. For people. For home.
She glances at Shepard.

SERAS
This is your home, yeah?

SHEPARD
Yeah.

SERAS
Then it’s mine too. For now.

Shepard gives the smallest hint of a smile.

SHEPARD
Then let’s make sure it’s still here tomorrow.

EXT. ANDERSON’S POSITION – MOMENTS LATER
Anderson and his squad are pinned down by Cannibals.

ANDERSON
(over comm)
Shepard, we’re cut off! We—

A shockwave hits as Seras lands in the middle of the Cannibals like a meteor. They’re obliterated instantly.
Dust clears.
Seras stands in the crater, Harkonnen on her shoulder, waving.

SERAS
Hi! I’m new!

Anderson stares.

ANDERSON
Shepard… what the hell did you bring with you?

Shepard steps up beside Seras.

SHEPARD
Backup.

Liara and Tali join them.

SERAS
Hello! I’m Seras! Vampire, heavy weapons specialist, occasional war crime—
(beat)
—against fascists, to be clear.

ANDERSON
Is she… safe?

Seras leans in, fanged smile wide.

SERAS
Oh, absolutely!
(beat)
…Mostly!


Saturday, February 7, 2026

Deep Space Nine Reactions: Profit and Loss

Profit And Lost 'What If'

INT. SISKO’S OFFICE
Sisko reviews a padd. The doors hiss open without a chime.
QUARK storms in, flushed and furious.

SISKO
(stern, not looking up)
Quark, you’re supposed to—

QUARK
I don’t care about protocol! You’ve arrested Natima — and her students!
Sisko sets the padd down.

SISKO
Hogue and Rekelen are in custody, yes.

QUARK
They’re not criminals! They’re students! Reformers! Writers! The only thing they ever attacked was Cardassian complacency!
Sisko exhales.

SISKO
According to the Cardassian government, they’re members of a terrorist cell.

QUARK
(outraged)
They wrote articles! Since when does Cardassia call thinking terrorism?

Sisko doesn’t answer.
Quark steps closer, voice trembling.

QUARK
If you send them back, they’ll be executed. Natima… Hogue… Rekelen… all of them.
Sisko’s expression tightens.

SISKO
Quark… this isn’t a Starfleet matter.
Quark blinks.

QUARK
What does that mean?
The office doors open. KIRA enters, having clearly heard the last line.

KIRA
It means the Bajoran government has already made a deal.
Quark turns to her, horrified.

QUARK
What deal?
Kira’s jaw tightens.

KIRA
The Cardassians agreed to release several Bajoran prisoners. In exchange…
(beat)
Natima and her students are to be returned.

Quark stares at her.

QUARK
You traded them?
(voice cracking)
You traded people?

Kira flinches.

KIRA
It wasn’t my decision.

QUARK
But you’re enforcing it!

Kira looks away, guilt flickering across her face.
Sisko steps between them.

SISKO
Deep Space Nine is a Bajoran station. I don’t have the authority to override their government.

QUARK
So that’s it? You’re just going to stand by while they’re dragged off to die?
Sisko’s voice softens.

SISKO
I don’t like it. But my hands are tied.
Quark shakes his head, devastated.

QUARK
Natima isn’t a terrorist. Hogue and Rekelen aren’t terrorists. They’re trying to change Cardassia, not destroy it.
He looks between them — Sisko steady, Kira conflicted.

QUARK
(quiet, pleading)
Please… don’t let them disappear into a Cardassian prison.

There’s a long silence.

Sisko finally nods — not a promise, but an acknowledgment.

SISKO
Go back to your bar, Quark. Let us handle what we can.

Quark hesitates, then leaves — shoulders tight, fighting not to break.
The doors close.
Kira stands there, troubled. Sisko watches her.

SISKO
You all right, Major?
Kira exhales.

KIRA
I’ll… take care of it.
She steps into the corridor, taps her combadge.

KIRA
Kira to Odo.

ODO (comm)
Go ahead.
Kira hesitates — she won’t betray Quark’s privacy, but she knows him too well.

KIRA
Quark’s probably on his way to see you.
(beat)
I thought you should know.

ODO (comm)
Should I expect trouble?
Kira glances down the Promenade where Quark disappeared.

KIRA
Not trouble.
(beat)
Just… Quark.

Odo’s sigh is audible even through the comm.

ODO (comm)
Understood.

Kira closes the channel and walks off, the weight of the Bajoran government’s decision still heavy on her shoulders.

Deep Space Nine Reactions: Rejoined