Blue collar fans of Madison aren't happy...
The Madison Wolves were a disaster.
With a record of 35-81, the team was on pace for its first 100-loss season in over a decade. The once-proud franchise, known for its gritty play and devoted fanbase, had become a punchline. The local sports talk radio stations were flooded with furious callers, demanding to know how the team had fallen so far.
And at the center of the growing outrage? Owner Ahmed bin Mohammed.
“SELL THE TEAM!”
At first, the anger was directed at the players and the front office. GM Simon faced relentless criticism, with fans questioning every trade, every free-agent signing, every lineup decision. But as the losses piled up, the focus shifted higher up the chain.
Why wasn’t Ahmed in Madison? Why wasn’t he addressing the fans? Did he even care about the Wolves anymore?
One fan—a season ticket holder since 2028—called into Madison Sports AM with a blistering rant that went viral:
“This team used to stand for something! Now? We’re just a tax write-off for some billionaire who probably doesn’t even know half the players’ names! You know what? If Ahmed doesn’t want to be here, then he should just SELL THE DAMN TEAM!”
Soon, fans were showing up to games wearing “SELL THE TEAM” t-shirts. Signs were popping up in the stands. Chants of “AHMED OUT!” erupted whenever the Wolves fell behind—which, at this point, was practically every game.
Local columnists started asking tough questions.
National media outlets began taking notice.
Even rival teams were mocking the Wolves, with one minor-league affiliate in South Bend holding a “We Feel Bad for Madison Night,” offering free therapy sessions for Wolves fans in attendance.
Gertie watched from the Shadows.
Gertie, of course, was thrilled.
She had spent decades mastering the art of calculated chaos. And this? This was perfect.
The fans’ anger was bubbling to a boil, and Ahmed was feeling the heat. Just as she had hoped.
From her usual seat behind home plate, Gertie listened as the crowd erupted into another “SELL THE TEAM” chant in the eighth inning. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.
Instead, she turned and gave a small, knowing nod toward GM Simon.
The plan was working.
