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Originally Posted by Tyke
Well done, the Boys! It did look on from the start of the season - but they've been in promising situations before.
And well done to you for another great season and also for spreading the gospel at your recent conference. From the point of view of the educators this genre may be a good way of getting kids who spend all their time playing games into the creative writing field. I'm sure you gave them plenty of food for thought and inspiration.
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Thank you for the kind words, and good to see you around!
I don't know if I've ever been the best teacher, but I noticed during that presentation that time flew a lot more quickly than it ever did before while talking. It made me realize just how oversaturated the presentation was. Now I will know better next time that I present to keep it to just 2 or 3 points.
As for your Boys, well, I believe their trip back up the coast has been the merriest of trips so far. I kept rolling dice hoping that one player would fall headfirst off the top of a Corvega or something, but . . . well, no dice.
Somehow, though, I am still betting Talia McGovern has smelled Brendan Kneecapped's current vulnerability. I mean, she once lived in a settlement that tortured and killed innocent synths. She says she doesn't know, but when you ask her about it, she gets hella nervous.
With everything the Boys currently have, they have shown they are aggressive and will make moves to improve their team. There will have to be some moves. Jon Hitman is 33. Dustin Mart has been benched once Ryan Combs moved into 1B from CF. A few pitchers have now hit their 30s: Chet Arthur, Night Demon Archaki, Matt Breakball, Accident John, Matt Ranger, Marc Woodsman, and Tom Mannequin. Julian Shed may not come back from his elbow injury, and he's 34. Regardless of anything else, the Boys will have to think about moves to maintain the future.
Right now, for the team, for the front office, the future matters not. Now it's all booze, chems, and parties. Dopey Meanie may be a fine catcher one day. At the moment, he's puking a salad of vodka, whiskey, Gwinnett stout, and sweet rolls. David Kidd lost a shoe somewhere between Andrew Station and the Harbormaster Hotel. There's probably some nickname waiting for him, but he doesn't care. He knows one nickname you can call him: Champ.