[Bluellama44]

"Sit down, Michael."
"Hello Ri-"
"Sit down," the Owner said with a cold glare I can't say anyone's ever given to me.
"You've spent $180K this offseason on four competitors that were abonimable last year."
"Abominable? Rich, Jonathan Ellis we-"
"Don't call me Rich."
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"Sir, these players could be good ballplayers given good playing time. Ellis has been an above average SP his whole career and is a great leader in the clubhouse."
"I'm lowering your budget."
"What? After revamping the lineup, we're still thousands under budget...."

"I'm subtracting $200K"
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"And selling the team."

That's when the electricity went out, rain started to drop from the sky, and lightning struck the ground just outside of the office. The door was kicked open by a figure that stood at the door like a statue as Rich Goode silently walked out of the room.

When a flash of light from the 2nd strike of lightning filled the room, I got a look at the guy. From what I saw during that split second of visibility, he was wearing the exact same suit as Rich, and by the look of his face, they had to have been identical twins, unless this was just a massive coincidence. The figure sat down, apparently oblivious to the fact that I could hardly see him in front of me. I heard something that sounded like a jacket being unzipped, and then a quiet shuffling noise before lightning struck once again. Another strike of lightning revealed the guy, who had to be at least 55 or 60, with long, wet jet black hair. He was wearing aviator sunglasses, and although I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell he wasn't happy about the interruption.

I had a feeling I knew who this could've been.

After the 4th lightning strike disappeared, he stood up proud in the dark, with a microphone, telescope and notebook in hand.


"I'm the owner now..."
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"Broski."