First, it was David Ferrell, bless his heart, and now they've gone and nabbed 24-year-old shortstop Juan Flores right out from under our noses. Lord have mercy, that boy's got talent, and I've had my eye on him like a hawk, if you catch my drift. He's got moves on the field that make my heart skip a beat, and I'll be darned if I don't feel like a proud grandma watchin' him play.
But these Omaha Cyclones and their GM Niles, they've got no respect for the sanctity of the game or the loyalty of us fans. They waltz in here like they own the place, pluckin' our players like ripe fruit and leavin' us high and dry. It's enough to make a gal like me spit nails!
Now, I ain't one to go raisin' a ruckus, but this here situation calls for some straight talk. How dare they come into our territory and snatch away our brightest stars? It's like stealin' candy from a baby, only worse, 'cause these players, they're the lifeblood of our team. They represent the hopes and dreams of us fans, and by golly, we ain't about to let 'em go without a fight!
So, listen up, Omaha Cyclones and GM Niles: you may think you've won this round, but mark my words, we'll be keepin' a close eye on Juan Flores and all the other players you've pilfered from us. We may be old, but we ain't ready to roll over and play dead just yet. You've awakened the wrath of us loyal Madison Wolves fans, and let me tell ya, we ain't gonna rest until justice is served!
In the meantime, I'll be stewin' over here, nursin' my wounded pride and dreamin' of the day when our Wolves reclaim their rightful place at the top of the heap. And as for you, Juan Flores, wherever you may roam, just know that there's a little old lady in her nineties rootin' for you with all her heart. You may have left our team, but you'll always be a Madison Wolf in spirit.
Yours in righteous indignation,
Gertie
