Silvaire Roadhouse

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Silvaire Roadhouse was a lineup player for the Baltimore Crabs, and was with the team from the Season β21 elections until Fall Ball. Roadhouse has previously played for the Boston Flowers.

Official League Records

Roadhouse joined the ILB on Season β9, Day 64 as a lineup player for the Baltimore Crabs after the incineration of Tillman Henderson.

On Season β10, Day X, Roadhouse gained the Flinch modification after the Crabs lost to THE SHELLED ONE'S PODS. Due to the Crabs' Ascension, Roadhouse was absent from the ILB from the Season β10 elections until the Descension.

During the Season β12 elections, Roadhouse's defense was increased by 3.0 3.6 as a result of the Crabs' The Rack blessing.

Roadhouse was traded to the Boston Flowers in exchange for Chorby Soul during the Season β16 elections via the Crabs' Plunder will.

During the Season β20 elections, Roadhouse's Flinch modification was changed into the Debt modification by the Flowers' Reform will.

Roadhouse was traded to the Baltimore Crabs in exchange for Adalberto Tosser during the Season β21 elections via the Flowers' Equivalent Exchange will, becoming a pitcher in the process. Roadhouse also gained the Heist Expert modification as a result of the Play to Find Out blessing.

During the Season β22 elections, Roadhouse was sent from the Crabs' rotation to the Crabs' lineup as a result of the Crabs' Move will.

The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.

Box of Silvaire Roadhouse Files

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In Literature

Crabs Poet Laureatre Runolfio Peeper wrote the following about Roadhouse:

On the sunless day when we
lost Tillman Henderson—that real
heel—a sudden swell of cool
air swept through the stands, and we
all turned toward the bay beyond the left
field bleachers where a silky school
of fish burst from the depths, and we
saw Silvaire—the matador to strike
the gods—the saloon-born sheriff straight
from Haiti. So spoke Silvaire then, and we
fraught fans listened: “I come to sing
words of wisdom to starve out sin:
never underestimate your rival, and we
best expect the unexpected, a thin
chance can bloom to the point we gin
up fantastic wins, and forever more we
must be nice.” Silvaire strode to bat with jazz
horns as a walk-up tune, the June
sun burning behind the moon, and we
heard them say, “Pain don’t hurt, for we die
Anyways, always, burning and soon.”

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