by PAULMINICUCCI » Tue Sep 05, 2006 12:29 pm
This is the story of Tour Event 6. It is a cautionary tale of legendary thieves gone bad. Yes, League 4 they were called. They were a band of cutthroats and ...worse. Some said they were Mad Bombers, others said they were just Lackadaisical Hustlers looking for a cheap job. They were fast, man, the local coppers called them Speed Demons. They were ......known. They contacted their guru the lord of the Ancient Spirals who told them to pass up the gig – wait for Event 7 he warned - the vibes weren’t right he told them. They ignored the blind sage and went ahead with the scheme. So they recruited the Brown Pelicans (oh don’t let the name fool you-these guys were first rate bag-men – they were low flyers and gobbled up everything they saw) and the Riders 6 (they used to be the magnificent 7 but they lost someone along the way). They put on their best Silk Stockings and consulted the cryptic map. H’mmm where is this place, the Best City? And where exactly did the 60 Million Dollar Men live? The map didn’t say but it was too late. They were mad with dreams of Diamond Kings and riches!
They gathered at the offices of the Baseball Club 20 and that was their mistake. Teepack had ratted them out and when they got there, the coppers rounded them up. They were caught red-handed, they were dead ducks and they were Booked on Grand Larceny charges and sent off to work off their sentence, playing a bunch of other guys in a cheap simulated league, a bunch of low-lying flunkies in a loser’s club, all for the chance to win a fake silver trophy. So, my friend heed the warnings, don’t waste your time or you could end up chained to your computer, cursing your draft positions, sweating out the injuries, getting swept and maybe worse. Nah, getting swept is pretty much the worst.
Best of luck in the draft- Sacramento Yankees.