[tenthreeleader]

I notice there are a few brave souls here who post narrative fiction to describe their experiences. That's my specialty, so I hope you will indulge me as I relate my first OOTP19 experience - starting unemployed, using Challenge Mode and hoping to wind up in the show. But first, I have to overcome the wild and woolly world of the Southern League ...
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Above all, he hated snow.


There was no reason for it, at least in his world.


He wouldn’t complain about snow on Christmas Eve, but only if it fell in way you saw in the Norman Rockwell drawings. Those big flakes that sort of floated to the ground and then stuck there for a night before melting as soon as Santa was gone.


Real life wasn’t that way, of course, but to Rob Randall, it sure would have been nice.


You can’t play baseball in the snow, at least not well, and that was one reason he hated the stuff.


But at this stage of his life, playing was a mere afterthought.


His career had been nondescript. It seemed like that was the case with the best minds in the game, and it was even the case with him. A tall, rangy firstbaseman with gap power and an above-average glove, he didn’t last long in the show.


Problem was that there were a lot of guys who were tall, rangy firstbasemen with above-average gloves, but they could put the ball over the fence more than twice a month and as a result, he found himself squeezed out of the big time after spending enough time to get into the pension plan.


That was a good thing, since he never got the big contract that everyone else seems to get these days.


He was set, though, because even the minimum salary for a big leaguer is not that bad, and he was nowhere near that level – but he wanted to work, and stay around the game he loved.


Which brought him back to the stupid snow.


He sat in his easy chair in St. Paul, Minnesota, watching a hockey game. While it snowed.


His role as a roving instructor in the Twins’ minor league system was nice for its part, but he missed being out there with the guys. He missed being part of something.


He missed his kids, too, but that witch Liza had taken care of that for him. Whatever she had done to the judge underneath his bench, it better have been good because the result of his divorce proceedings seemed to hurt Rob a lot more than it hurt either of them.


Which figured. And it wouldn’t quit snowing.


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