
For those of you who have followed the Dugout from its infancy in the middle of a Progressive Boink article to its years of thankless cursing on WordUpThome.com and on to our announcement of our selling-out to Fanhouse in our sold-out engagement at Varsity Letters, you know two things to be true.
You know that the Royals would never climb out of last place, no matter how many dead bodies turned up in the fountains.
You also know that arguably our most popular character hasn't made the trip over to Fanhouse with the rest, partially because of how absurd he is in premise and execution and partially because of how we'd need to start over with his backstory and explain everything for those people who click a Dugout, check which team is featured, and leave a completely unrelated comment about how we should cheer for that team/fire that team's manager/visit their website.
Tonight, after the jump, two truths about The Dugout are destroyed and reborn. It's what you've been waiting for. Cheer for the Royals. And fire Trey Hillman.
You know that the Royals would never climb out of last place, no matter how many dead bodies turned up in the fountains.
You also know that arguably our most popular character hasn't made the trip over to Fanhouse with the rest, partially because of how absurd he is in premise and execution and partially because of how we'd need to start over with his backstory and explain everything for those people who click a Dugout, check which team is featured, and leave a completely unrelated comment about how we should cheer for that team/fire that team's manager/visit their website.
Tonight, after the jump, two truths about The Dugout are destroyed and reborn. It's what you've been waiting for. Cheer for the Royals. And fire Trey Hillman.
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