2057-3 Long Morning
Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2023 12:29 am
“Yeah put on another pot, I’m gonna need it”
Was I crazy for attempting to make this work? I had first inquired about making a deal for Alaric Wullenweber about a week ago, to which the GM of the Oysters felt like I didn’t have enough to make a trade. That changed earlier in the morning when I was essentially hit with a, ‘you up’ text. Granted I haven’t slept much this last week so maybe I wasn’t in the best mindset to try to work out a deal but I couldn’t help but salivate over a potential 1-2 Phil Cole Alaric Wullenweber.
Of course the initial offer was asking for a lot, like enough where my farm system would be as barren as Ron’s trophy case.
“I’m afraid that’s far too much for me to do.”
“It’s just my opening offer, I’m free for discussion.”
So that’s how a long morning of back and forth started. I won’t get into the insane detail that has led me up to this final offer I submitted but it’s taken lots of “would this work?” and “how about him instead of that guy?” Eventually during the negotiations I got hit with the classic:
“There is another team I’m in talks with and we’re getting close.”
This has got to be a bluff. I thought to myself. Besides we were beginning to make progress and I felt we were only one or two pieces away from making this work.
I took a moment to compile what I felt was a fair enough final offer and sent it in to his inbox. I sat by the phone waiting for answer. But suddenly the phone didn’t immediately ring back. That’s when I felt a shiver go down my spine.
He wasn’t bluffing was he?
Suddenly after about 15 minutes the phone rings. I pick it up with enthusiasm, only to be greeted with,
“Sorry, he’s gone”
It had been roughly 2 and a half hours of back and forth and I felt as though I had just been crushed by the weight of the world. Then I realized I only had one question to ask.
“Who got him?”
There was a deafening silence, only lasted for a few seconds but lasted for what felt like eternity, like I already knew what the answer was gonna be.
“You’re not gonna like it.”
Click
I immediately headed towards our GM discussion board. A couple of teams immediately came to my mind but there was only one that made me scared.
No
Shoeless is typing in the chat…
NO
“Sorry about your preview Ron.”
NOOOOOO
Right away I felt as though the Pacific division just got even more tougher again. Now I sit here wondering, “Should I have taken the gamble? Sure he’s 36 and may begin declining but surely he could’ve helped me now.”
At this point I’ve been awake for too damn long, I’m gonna head to bed. After all, maybe this is just a nightmare. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will have never happened. Right?
Was I crazy for attempting to make this work? I had first inquired about making a deal for Alaric Wullenweber about a week ago, to which the GM of the Oysters felt like I didn’t have enough to make a trade. That changed earlier in the morning when I was essentially hit with a, ‘you up’ text. Granted I haven’t slept much this last week so maybe I wasn’t in the best mindset to try to work out a deal but I couldn’t help but salivate over a potential 1-2 Phil Cole Alaric Wullenweber.
Of course the initial offer was asking for a lot, like enough where my farm system would be as barren as Ron’s trophy case.
“I’m afraid that’s far too much for me to do.”
“It’s just my opening offer, I’m free for discussion.”
So that’s how a long morning of back and forth started. I won’t get into the insane detail that has led me up to this final offer I submitted but it’s taken lots of “would this work?” and “how about him instead of that guy?” Eventually during the negotiations I got hit with the classic:
“There is another team I’m in talks with and we’re getting close.”
This has got to be a bluff. I thought to myself. Besides we were beginning to make progress and I felt we were only one or two pieces away from making this work.
I took a moment to compile what I felt was a fair enough final offer and sent it in to his inbox. I sat by the phone waiting for answer. But suddenly the phone didn’t immediately ring back. That’s when I felt a shiver go down my spine.
He wasn’t bluffing was he?
Suddenly after about 15 minutes the phone rings. I pick it up with enthusiasm, only to be greeted with,
“Sorry, he’s gone”
It had been roughly 2 and a half hours of back and forth and I felt as though I had just been crushed by the weight of the world. Then I realized I only had one question to ask.
“Who got him?”
There was a deafening silence, only lasted for a few seconds but lasted for what felt like eternity, like I already knew what the answer was gonna be.
“You’re not gonna like it.”
Click
I immediately headed towards our GM discussion board. A couple of teams immediately came to my mind but there was only one that made me scared.
No
Shoeless is typing in the chat…
NO
“Sorry about your preview Ron.”
NOOOOOO
Right away I felt as though the Pacific division just got even more tougher again. Now I sit here wondering, “Should I have taken the gamble? Sure he’s 36 and may begin declining but surely he could’ve helped me now.”
At this point I’ve been awake for too damn long, I’m gonna head to bed. After all, maybe this is just a nightmare. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will have never happened. Right?
