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Tuesday, March 12
Nashville Mariotter Hotel, 12:30 A.M.
Samuel Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) sat at the desk in his hotel room, his oPhone to his ear, his laptop open on the desk in front of him and the portable fax and printer hooked up to the right.. There was privacy tonight because it was Marron’s turn to room with Vera, and he had been working diligently for about five hours.
“Yes, Cyrus, I just typed out the paperwork and faxed it on my end. Great. Great. A pleasure doing business with you. You have a good night.”
The fox pressed the “Call End” button then placed the phone on his desk. He then snapped a finger while swiping his arm, a gesture of relief more than anything else. All that work paid off. He pushed the seat back as he stood, going to tell Coach Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) the news, knowing he would be the one to best tell the affected players.
The moves were right for the team in the short- and long-term.
But it was going to be one hell of a bombshell in the morning.
* * *
7:30 A.M.
The news of the trade broke in the middle of the night:
Gerry Cross (Mink, PF, GAL) was headed to Galveston. And Ain Iannizzi (Cougar, SF, BGR), Tyron Stricker (Porcupine, PF, BGR) and William Handon (Black Panther, F/C, BGR) were going to Maine.
Morgan announced the deals when everyone was gathered at the tables for breakfast. Cross didn’t seem totally surprised by the news he was headed to Texas. The Canadian had seen a bit of the writing on the wall when Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL) was promoted to starting power forward. He just didn’t expect to leave the team so quickly.
Handon was slightly disappointed; he would miss seeing his old Typhoons teammate Sasha Ivanovich (Lynx, SF, WIL). Still, he seemed in good spirits as he ate his pancakes with Stricker. The Idahoan figured that it was a good time to chat with Handon more because they would remain teammates.
Iannizzi seemed slightly distant, but he talked as he gnawed on his bacon, sausage and hash browns. His head was swimming on what the situation meant. He was going from the defending champions to a team that was not only rebuilding, but banned from this year’s playoffs thanks to roster mismanagement.
No shot at the playoffs at all.
* * *
9:30 A. M.
Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, PG, WIL) knocked on Ain’s open door; he wa still the only one in the room.
“Ain? I need to talk to jou,” she said.
“Sure, come in,” he said from inside. Vera walked into the room and noted that the cougar was just finishing packing, now dressed in khaki pants,, belt, and an Armani dress shirt. Vera had on a blue long-sleeve shirt and jeans herself.
“What’s up, chica?”
It was almost odd for her to have a conversation with him so casually. For half of the vixen’s interactions with him, he seemed angry with her, never satisfied with whatever she did. She frowned a little, but she nodded.
“I came to wish you luck in Bangor. I know you’ll do wonderfully,” she said.
“Thanks, Vera,” he said, zipping up his suitcase. He looked like he was about to just go, but Vera gently stopped him by taking his arm.
“Ain, I know we’re not friends, but... I don’t want to have you as an enemy,” she said. Ain stared at her for a second, but then smirked a little.
“You’re not my enemy, Vera. You’re my rival,” he said. A tiny bit surprised, Vera smirked back and hugged him, giving him a peck on the cheek as well.
“Don’t disappoint me, Ain.”
“Same to you, Vera.”
Maybe there was some inkling of respect between them after all.
* * *
Wednesday, March 13
The Roots Garden, Plymouth, MA, 2:30 P. M.
It was a new day, a fresh start. Four furs were familiar with Plymouth, but only vaguely familiar with their new teammates. However, they were assimilating quickly, some faster than others.
Ivanovich arrived first, and immediately seemed to be part of the team, striking up a conversation with the other four ladies. She spoke good English, though her Russian accent was noticeable. She also seemed happy to see that team issued her 15, her number from the Typhoons. After she dressed, the lynx even briefly spoke with Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL), telling him how impressed she was with his play.
When the group from Bangor arrived, Ericka Layland (White Mare, G/F, WIL) was greeted warmly in the ladies’ locker room while Silas Rand (Squirrel, SG, WIL) gravitated toward his old college buddies, Jarrod Frola (Cat, SF, WIL) and Wiley Twaddle (Woodchuck, SG, WIL). He noticed that his practice unifrom was laid out on the bench near Jarrod, a brand-new red, white and blue striped headband laid on top.
“Hey, shnookums, I laid out your uniform and headband for you, like always,” Jarrod cooed. Silas grinned.
“Aw, Jarrod, you’re just such a peach!” he teased back. Teo Masalia (Black Panther, SG, WIL) watched the little spectacle with a blank stare and Wiley just shook his head.
“Don’t ask. That joke started up in college and hasn’t stopped. Silas calls me ‘darling’.”
“Got that right, darling,” Silas grinned, jokingly pinching Wiley’s cheek, getting a laugh from Masalia.
“Hey, new bros!” Desmond Macon (Siberian Tiger, SF, WIL) said chipperly, grabbing Masalia around the shoulder for a hug and a bro pawshake. “Looking forward to some rad times!”
“And the party is complete,” Jarrod said with a big kitty grin.
After everyone was dressed for the afternoon practice, Roosevelt called them all together and they congregated in a circle on the practice court, Vera directly across from him as the captain..
“Ladies and gentlemen, change isn’t easy, and it’s definitely not predictable. Sometimes, it takes a while for everyone to gel together. You may all click just like that,” he said, snapping his fingers.
“But I want you to know this: all I ask is that you do your jobs. We have a lot to strive for. Work together, help each other, and I guarantee you all we’ll grow as a team and have success. Now all in, ‘Minutemen’ on three, and let’s get into practice.”
They all put their paws in the middle of the circle.
“One, two, three...”
“MINUTEMEN!” they whooped and raised their paws.
FBA, Leonard Mack, Tyron Stricker ©
BuckHopper
Vera La Tiérra, Ain Iannizzi, Ericka Layland ©
JTigerclaw
Sasha Ivanovich, William Handon, Teo Masalia ©
GlenSkunk
Jarrod Frola, Wiley Twaddle, Silas Rand ©
Christaphorac
Desmond Macon ©
BaddWill
Morgan Roosevelt, Samuel Gwosdz ©
Sam Gwosdz
Nashville Mariotter Hotel, 12:30 A.M.
Samuel Gwosdz (Red Fox, GM, WIL) sat at the desk in his hotel room, his oPhone to his ear, his laptop open on the desk in front of him and the portable fax and printer hooked up to the right.. There was privacy tonight because it was Marron’s turn to room with Vera, and he had been working diligently for about five hours.
“Yes, Cyrus, I just typed out the paperwork and faxed it on my end. Great. Great. A pleasure doing business with you. You have a good night.”
The fox pressed the “Call End” button then placed the phone on his desk. He then snapped a finger while swiping his arm, a gesture of relief more than anything else. All that work paid off. He pushed the seat back as he stood, going to tell Coach Roosevelt (Raccoon, HC, WIL) the news, knowing he would be the one to best tell the affected players.
The moves were right for the team in the short- and long-term.
But it was going to be one hell of a bombshell in the morning.
* * *
7:30 A.M.
The news of the trade broke in the middle of the night:
Gerry Cross (Mink, PF, GAL) was headed to Galveston. And Ain Iannizzi (Cougar, SF, BGR), Tyron Stricker (Porcupine, PF, BGR) and William Handon (Black Panther, F/C, BGR) were going to Maine.
Morgan announced the deals when everyone was gathered at the tables for breakfast. Cross didn’t seem totally surprised by the news he was headed to Texas. The Canadian had seen a bit of the writing on the wall when Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL) was promoted to starting power forward. He just didn’t expect to leave the team so quickly.
Handon was slightly disappointed; he would miss seeing his old Typhoons teammate Sasha Ivanovich (Lynx, SF, WIL). Still, he seemed in good spirits as he ate his pancakes with Stricker. The Idahoan figured that it was a good time to chat with Handon more because they would remain teammates.
Iannizzi seemed slightly distant, but he talked as he gnawed on his bacon, sausage and hash browns. His head was swimming on what the situation meant. He was going from the defending champions to a team that was not only rebuilding, but banned from this year’s playoffs thanks to roster mismanagement.
No shot at the playoffs at all.
* * *
9:30 A. M.
Vera La Tiérra (Red Vixen, PG, WIL) knocked on Ain’s open door; he wa still the only one in the room.
“Ain? I need to talk to jou,” she said.
“Sure, come in,” he said from inside. Vera walked into the room and noted that the cougar was just finishing packing, now dressed in khaki pants,, belt, and an Armani dress shirt. Vera had on a blue long-sleeve shirt and jeans herself.
“What’s up, chica?”
It was almost odd for her to have a conversation with him so casually. For half of the vixen’s interactions with him, he seemed angry with her, never satisfied with whatever she did. She frowned a little, but she nodded.
“I came to wish you luck in Bangor. I know you’ll do wonderfully,” she said.
“Thanks, Vera,” he said, zipping up his suitcase. He looked like he was about to just go, but Vera gently stopped him by taking his arm.
“Ain, I know we’re not friends, but... I don’t want to have you as an enemy,” she said. Ain stared at her for a second, but then smirked a little.
“You’re not my enemy, Vera. You’re my rival,” he said. A tiny bit surprised, Vera smirked back and hugged him, giving him a peck on the cheek as well.
“Don’t disappoint me, Ain.”
“Same to you, Vera.”
Maybe there was some inkling of respect between them after all.
* * *
Wednesday, March 13
The Roots Garden, Plymouth, MA, 2:30 P. M.
It was a new day, a fresh start. Four furs were familiar with Plymouth, but only vaguely familiar with their new teammates. However, they were assimilating quickly, some faster than others.
Ivanovich arrived first, and immediately seemed to be part of the team, striking up a conversation with the other four ladies. She spoke good English, though her Russian accent was noticeable. She also seemed happy to see that team issued her 15, her number from the Typhoons. After she dressed, the lynx even briefly spoke with Leonard Mack (Fox, PF, WIL), telling him how impressed she was with his play.
When the group from Bangor arrived, Ericka Layland (White Mare, G/F, WIL) was greeted warmly in the ladies’ locker room while Silas Rand (Squirrel, SG, WIL) gravitated toward his old college buddies, Jarrod Frola (Cat, SF, WIL) and Wiley Twaddle (Woodchuck, SG, WIL). He noticed that his practice unifrom was laid out on the bench near Jarrod, a brand-new red, white and blue striped headband laid on top.
“Hey, shnookums, I laid out your uniform and headband for you, like always,” Jarrod cooed. Silas grinned.
“Aw, Jarrod, you’re just such a peach!” he teased back. Teo Masalia (Black Panther, SG, WIL) watched the little spectacle with a blank stare and Wiley just shook his head.
“Don’t ask. That joke started up in college and hasn’t stopped. Silas calls me ‘darling’.”
“Got that right, darling,” Silas grinned, jokingly pinching Wiley’s cheek, getting a laugh from Masalia.
“Hey, new bros!” Desmond Macon (Siberian Tiger, SF, WIL) said chipperly, grabbing Masalia around the shoulder for a hug and a bro pawshake. “Looking forward to some rad times!”
“And the party is complete,” Jarrod said with a big kitty grin.
After everyone was dressed for the afternoon practice, Roosevelt called them all together and they congregated in a circle on the practice court, Vera directly across from him as the captain..
“Ladies and gentlemen, change isn’t easy, and it’s definitely not predictable. Sometimes, it takes a while for everyone to gel together. You may all click just like that,” he said, snapping his fingers.
“But I want you to know this: all I ask is that you do your jobs. We have a lot to strive for. Work together, help each other, and I guarantee you all we’ll grow as a team and have success. Now all in, ‘Minutemen’ on three, and let’s get into practice.”
They all put their paws in the middle of the circle.
“One, two, three...”
“MINUTEMEN!” they whooped and raised their paws.
FBA, Leonard Mack, Tyron Stricker ©
BuckHopperVera La Tiérra, Ain Iannizzi, Ericka Layland ©
JTigerclawSasha Ivanovich, William Handon, Teo Masalia ©
GlenSkunkJarrod Frola, Wiley Twaddle, Silas Rand ©
ChristaphoracDesmond Macon ©
BaddWillMorgan Roosevelt, Samuel Gwosdz ©
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File Size 38.8 kB
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