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If you are a glaucoma suspect or living with glaucoma, are you aware of your intraocular pressure (IOP) values? As we all know, IOP is central to glaucoma management.
At the 2023 Glaucoma Think Tank, respected glaucoma researcher Dr. Anthony Khawaja presented an insightful talk titled "Lessons Learned About Glaucoma from the UK Biobank."
The UK Biobank is a significant and unique resource containing a comprehensive collection of health data and biological samples from half a million participants. It serves as a valuable asset for advancing our understanding of diseases, genetics, and lifestyle factors that impact health. Crucially, and unlike many general health databases, it includes very good ophthalmology data.
In his presentation, Dr. Khawaja focused on the importance of reliable intraocular pressure (IOP) data in glaucoma research and highlighted the Reichert Ocular Response Analyzer (ORA) as an advanced non-contact tonometer.
The ORA is an important development in IOP measurement. Unlike traditional tonometers, the ORA considers corneal biomechanics, allowing for a more accurate measurement of IOP through a result known as IOPcc.
In addition, the ORA measures corneal hysteresis (CH), reflecting the cornea's viscoelastic properties. By taking into account corneal biomechanics, the ORA improves the precision of IOP measurements, which supports more effective clinical decision-making and glaucoma management.
Dr. Khawaja emphasized the significance of the IOPcc measurement provided by the ORA, stating, “I and many other people believe it to be the best measurement of IOP we currently have, because it reduces corneal artifacts.”
For further information on this topic, and why, as a person living with glaucoma, you should know your IOPcc numbers, see the related post:
Why You Should Ask Your Doctor About Corneal Hysteresis (CH) At Your Next Eye Exam : AskGlaucoma
Dr. Khawaja epitomizes the forefront of contemporary glaucoma research by critically reassessing and moving beyond the dated presumption that the Goldmann tonometer holds any semblance of a gold standard.
For an in-depth exploration of this topic, refer to: Is Goldmann Applanation Tonometer (GAT) the Gold Standard? Ask FitEyes

I've had such terrible procrastination in starting on my assignments, but I've just enrolled in up-to-date courses and need to start being more serious about studying. I am hoping to gain an inactive real estate license before September, so if you're in a similar boat of studying and preparing, then let's hit each other up for moral support and get to passing these exams. I'm from Houston, Texas, and am with the Champion School of Real Estate. I don't mind partnering up with anyone from other states. See you soon!

I'm so sorry this is a novel, kudos to anyone who reads it. Venting.
I (29f) have been with my med SO (39m) for 4 years. Given the age gap, he is significantly further on in his career than I am. In saying that, he's only been fully qualified (consultant/attending) for the last 6 months. At my age he was graduating med school without a dime to his name.
I'm an allied health clinician of 8 years. I have specialist postgrad qualifications in my field of practice, and I am in my final year of a PhD. I am doing my PhD "full time" on stipend, but realistically I work about 30 hours extra/week in a mix of clinical, other paid research work and teaching work. So I earn a little less than I would if I was a full time clinician of my level, but still earn a decent wage (above the median). I have around 50k in savings. Financially we split everything 50/50. For context he earns x3 as much as me, and has around 180k in savings.
It's been a repeat issue (especially since he finished training) where I feel like he discredits my career and my earnings. Sometimes he makes rude comments about me being 'just a student', and he often severely overstates his financial role in our relationship. We split rent, bills, holidays etc. I am very good at tracking expenses and am very careful to pay my way. He is not so much. I do most of the cooking/cleaning/shopping, organise bills etc, so it's not uncommon I'll pay bills or buy groceries multiple times a week for both of us and he won't follow it up to pay me back. He buys groceries? I transfer him half immediately. It seems like since he's finished training he's surrounded himself with consultants earning huge cash and suddenly he is extremely attentive to his own money. Because he earns more, in his head he seems to think he supports me. Which is absolutely ridiculous, as I am so meticulous about ensuring I pay my way. He seems to conveniently forget all of the out of sight things I pay for, and take credit for the things he'll pay for when we're physically together. It actually annoys me because despite how much less I earn I am still far more generous. I have also made significant career sacrifices to support him - including two interstate and one international move in that last 4 years. These moves caused significant delays to my PhD and completely flipped my career on its head, so multiple times I've had to battle to make a career work around his work.
He's studying for an additional exam and it's caused tension between us because I am at the pointy end of my PhD and very time stretched. I'm still working a lot of hours. My mum died 6 weeks ago and I took a few weeks off work, which was costly with funeral costs etc and time off my casual work. As such I feel pressured to work more hours. I also feel pressure from him that I'm never earning enough, so work more than I'm comfortable with both from a workload perspective and a grief perspective.
We got in a fight today over the use of the stupid study. We actually have two study spaces, but one has two monitors set up that I use as my WFH desk. He doesn't use additional monitors, just his laptop. I'm spending my Saturday working on PhD deadlines because I picked up extra shifts this week. I'm 3 hours in, he comes home from shopping and demands to use the desk. I reasonably asked if he could use the other one, given I'm set up, in a zone and using the monitors. Concentrating the last few weeks has been an absolute bitch and I am really struggling to work through my grief. Something as small as maintaining a 'safe' work space is really important to me. Nope. Absolutely not. He has an exam in two weeks. He needs to study. It must be this desk etc etc. I cave and pack up all my stuff to move to the next room. As I'm doing this he starts making comments about how I have no idea how much stress he's under and how important this exam is etc etc. I say I wish he was more supportive of my PhD and that I am also working very hard right now. We have a dumb consultant dinner thing this weekend and I childishly say I'm not going anymore, and he says "Good, you're an embarrassment anyways, I don't want you there".
I feel like that statement sums up all of these issues around money and my career that bubble under the surface. He doesn't respect where I am in my career - he thinks I'm just a student and my career is insignificant. I get it, I do know how important his job is. Sure, in comparison my job isn't that important. But realistically I would support him to do whatever he wanted - barista, mechanic, gardener. Toilet cleaner. I would never discredit his career, irrespective of what it was. I value my career and that's what matters to me. I get great feedback from my students. I get to help people learn to walk again. My research is all about improving patient care. I am genuinely passionate about what I do. I know I'm small fish, but I also am the first in my family to go to university. I'm proud that I finished university at all, let alone now about to finish a PhD. I recognise my privilege, and am very grateful I am so educated.
Despite this, I feel like my career will never compare to his. I feel like he will always think and believe my career is worthless and he is more important. I do feel he is embarrassed of me and my career because I'm 'just a student' to him.
Our relationship is not all bad, but these key issues around my career and finances feel monumental. Both of my parents are dead now. I feel like I really need a partner who is in my corner and cheering me on, not someone who tells me I'm not enough. My fourth paper was published recently - one that took 3 years. I cried and cried because although it was really nice the support I got from work colleagues, I felt like I had no one to actually celebrate with. It's a soft spot I guess adjusting to not having parents to call and share this kind of stuff with. When I told him he sent me a text saying congrats and we never spoke of it again.
Is this a phase where his head is big on the back of finally finishing training? Is this unsurpassable? Have you experienced something similar with your med SO?

I've had such terrible procrastination in starting on my assignments, but I've just enrolled in up-to-date courses and need to start being more serious about studying. I am hoping to gain an inactive real estate license before September, so if you're in a similar boat of studying and preparing, then let's hit each other up for moral support and get to passing these exams. I'm from Houston, Texas, and am with the Champion School of Real Estate. I don't mind partnering up with anyone from other states. See you soon!

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I

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Mariners (30-32) @ Angels (35-30)

First Pitch: 6:38 PM at Angel Stadium

Team	Starter	TV	Radio
Mariners	Luis Castillo (4-4, 2.70 ERA)	Apple TV+	KIRO
Angels	Shohei Ohtani (5-2, 3.32 ERA)	Apple TV+	KLAA, KTMZ (ES)

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Line Score - Game Over

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	R	H	E	LOB
SEA	2	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	1	4	4	1	8
LAA	0	0	2	1	0	2	0	0		5	6	0	4

Box Score

LAA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
LF	Ward	4	1	0	0	0	2	.238
DH	Ohtani	4	1	3	2	0	0	.282
CF	Trout	4	0	0	0	0	3	.258
3B	Rendon	3	2	1	0	0	0	.286
2B	Rengifo	4	0	1	1	0	0	.227
1B	Walsh	4	0	0	0	0	2	.133
RF	Moniak	3	1	1	2	0	2	.305
C	Wallach	3	0	0	0	0	2	.250
SS	Neto	1	0	0	0	2	1	.239

LAA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Ohtani	5.0	3	3	3	5	6	97-53	3.32
Joyce	0.0	0	0	0	1	0	8-2	4.50
Webb	2.0	0	0	0	1	0	31-16	2.70
Bachman	1.0	0	0	0	1	0	16-8	1.13
Estévez	1.0	1	1	1	1	1	24-12	1.59

SEA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
SS	Crawford, J	4	1	0	0	1	0	.235
CF	Rodríguez, Ju	3	0	0	0	1	3	.243
1B	France, T	5	0	2	1	0	0	.275
LF	Kelenic	3	1	1	2	1	1	.270
RF	Hernández, T	2	0	0	0	2	0	.241
C	Raleigh	2	0	0	0	2	0	.214
3B	Suárez, E	4	0	0	0	0	1	.206
DH	Ford, M	4	1	1	1	0	2	.143
2B	Caballero	2	1	0	0	2	0	.244

SEA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Castillo, L	6.0	6	5	3	1	10	109-71	2.70
Brash	1.0	0	0	0	1	2	21-13	4.68
Speier	1.0	0	0	0	0	0	15-9	2.42

Scoring Plays

Inning	Event	Score
T1	Jarred Kelenic homers (11) on a fly ball to right center field. J.P. Crawford scores.	0-2
B3	Shohei Ohtani homers (17) on a fly ball to right center field. Taylor Ward scores.	2-2
B4	Luis Rengifo singles on a sharp ground ball to center fielder Julio Rodriguez. Anthony Rendon scores.	3-2
T5	Ty France singles on a line drive to center fielder Mike Trout. Jose Caballero scores. Julio Rodriguez to 3rd.	3-3
B6	Mickey Moniak homers (5) on a fly ball to center field. Anthony Rendon scores.	5-3
T9	Mike Ford homers (1) on a fly ball to right field.	5-4

Highlights

Description	Length	Video
Bullpen availability for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:07	Video
Bullpen availability for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:07	Video
Fielding alignment for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:11	Video
Fielding alignment for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:11	Video
Starting lineups for Mariners at Angels - June 9, 2023	0:09	Video
A deep dive into Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:09	Video
Measuring the stats on Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:14	Video
Breaking down Shohei Ohtani's pitches	0:08	Video
Shohei Ohtani's outing against the Mariners	0:22	Video
Measuring the stats on Mickey Moniak's home run	0:16	Video
Visualizing Mickey Moniak's swing using bat tracking technology	0:09	Video
Breaking down Luis Castillo's pitches	0:08	Video
Luis Castillo's outing against the Angels	0:23	Video
Jarred Kelenic belts a two-run homer to right-center	0:25	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Luis Rengifo grounds an RBI single up the middle	0:26	Video
Ty France bloops an RBI single to center field	0:29	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes 440-foot homer vs. Mariners	0:34	Video
Check out Shohei Ohtani's home run - Creator Cuts	0:30	Video
Mickey Moniak smacks a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Ben Joyce exits due to right hand irritation in 6th	0:29	Video
Luis Castillo strikes out 10 against the Angels	1:03	Video
Mike Ford lifts a solo home run to right field	0:32	Video

Decisions

Winning Pitcher	Losing Pitcher	Save
Webb (1-0, 2.70 ERA)	Castillo, L (4-4, 2.70 ERA)	Estévez (17 SV, 1.59 ERA)

Game ended at 9:31 PM.

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Line Score - Game Over

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	R	H	E	LOB
SEA	2	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	1	4	4	1	8
LAA	0	0	2	1	0	2	0	0		5	6	0	4

Box Score

LAA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
LF	Ward	4	1	0	0	0	2	.238
DH	Ohtani	4	1	3	2	0	0	.282
CF	Trout	4	0	0	0	0	3	.258
3B	Rendon	3	2	1	0	0	0	.286
2B	Rengifo	4	0	1	1	0	0	.227
1B	Walsh	4	0	0	0	0	2	.133
RF	Moniak	3	1	1	2	0	2	.305
C	Wallach	3	0	0	0	0	2	.250
SS	Neto	1	0	0	0	2	1	.239

LAA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Ohtani	5.0	3	3	3	5	6	97-53	3.32
Joyce	0.0	0	0	0	1	0	8-2	4.50
Webb	2.0	0	0	0	1	0	31-16	2.70
Bachman	1.0	0	0	0	1	0	16-8	1.13
Estévez	1.0	1	1	1	1	1	24-12	1.59

SEA		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
SS	Crawford, J	4	1	0	0	1	0	.235
CF	Rodríguez, Ju	3	0	0	0	1	3	.243
1B	France, T	5	0	2	1	0	0	.275
LF	Kelenic	3	1	1	2	1	1	.270
RF	Hernández, T	2	0	0	0	2	0	.241
C	Raleigh	2	0	0	0	2	0	.214
3B	Suárez, E	4	0	0	0	0	1	.206
DH	Ford, M	4	1	1	1	0	2	.143
2B	Caballero	2	1	0	0	2	0	.244

SEA	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Castillo, L	6.0	6	5	3	1	10	109-71	2.70
Brash	1.0	0	0	0	1	2	21-13	4.68
Speier	1.0	0	0	0	0	0	15-9	2.42

Scoring Plays

Inning	Event	Score
T1	Jarred Kelenic homers (11) on a fly ball to right center field. J.P. Crawford scores.	0-2
B3	Shohei Ohtani homers (17) on a fly ball to right center field. Taylor Ward scores.	2-2
B4	Luis Rengifo singles on a sharp ground ball to center fielder Julio Rodriguez. Anthony Rendon scores.	3-2
T5	Ty France singles on a line drive to center fielder Mike Trout. Jose Caballero scores. Julio Rodriguez to 3rd.	3-3
B6	Mickey Moniak homers (5) on a fly ball to center field. Anthony Rendon scores.	5-3
T9	Mike Ford homers (1) on a fly ball to right field.	5-4

Highlights

Description	Length	Video
Bullpen availability for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:07	Video
Bullpen availability for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:07	Video
Fielding alignment for Los Angeles, June 9 vs Mariners	0:11	Video
Fielding alignment for Seattle, June 9 vs Angels	0:11	Video
Starting lineups for Mariners at Angels - June 9, 2023	0:09	Video
A deep dive into Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:09	Video
Measuring the stats on Jarred Kelenic's home run	0:14	Video
Breaking down Shohei Ohtani's pitches	0:08	Video
Shohei Ohtani's outing against the Mariners	0:22	Video
Measuring the stats on Mickey Moniak's home run	0:16	Video
Visualizing Mickey Moniak's swing using bat tracking technology	0:09	Video
Breaking down Luis Castillo's pitches	0:08	Video
Luis Castillo's outing against the Angels	0:23	Video
Jarred Kelenic belts a two-run homer to right-center	0:25	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Luis Rengifo grounds an RBI single up the middle	0:26	Video
Ty France bloops an RBI single to center field	0:29	Video
Shohei Ohtani crushes 440-foot homer vs. Mariners	0:34	Video
Check out Shohei Ohtani's home run - Creator Cuts	0:30	Video
Mickey Moniak smacks a two-run home run to center	0:30	Video
Ben Joyce exits due to right hand irritation in 6th	0:29	Video
Luis Castillo strikes out 10 against the Angels	1:03	Video
Mike Ford lifts a solo home run to right field	0:32	Video

Decisions

Winning Pitcher	Losing Pitcher	Save
Webb (1-0, 2.70 ERA)	Castillo, L (4-4, 2.70 ERA)	Estévez (17 SV, 1.59 ERA)

Attendance	Weather	Wind
	67°F, Cloudy	8 mph, R To L

HP	1B	2B	3B
Dan Bellino	Phil Cuzzi	Ryan Wills	Mark Ripperger

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