2048-1 Minty, Shminty
Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2021 8:51 pm
Minty, Shminty
Alfonso Martinez burst into Calgary GM Kevin Dickson's office. “You see this shit?,” he said.
What the hell,” Dickson scowled at his Asst. GM. “I’m waiting on a call from Lynch. He is supposed to get back to me about Pepe.”
Agent Bobby Lynch, a former Pioneer, now represents several high profile BBA players.
“You see this?,” Martinez ranted again. “This Edmonton guy is saying that we had something to do with the Minty Indident.”
Dickson slowly stood up from his desk, walked around it until he was face to face with his deputy. He looked at the floor then glared at Martinez.
“You bothered me for something that somebody said about who?”
“This Edmonton Blog, “The Yellow Stream”, said that it was one of our fans that tripped Minty, not an Edmonton guy.” Martinez said.
“Okay who is Minty and you are bothering me about a Blog?,” Dickson said.
Martinez took a step back and started to break out in a sweat. Which is rare in Calgary. He pulled the tablet from behind his back and showed the screen to Dickson.
“So Roy Minty, the guy that Phoenix got from Yellow Springs, got tripped at some event and now they are blaming us for it.” Martinez said. “It was reported by I. P. Freely on his blog.”
“So some guy, whose name sounds like a piece of candy, fell on his ass and you are worried about what some piss poor excuse for a journalist said?,” Dickson said. “What the hell does this have to do with us and who cares about what happens in Phoenix. When did they last make the playoffs, 20 years ago? And what does Edmonton have to do with it?”
Martinez replied, “Well you see they had this photo of a guy wearing an Edmonton hat tripping him, so Phoenix blamed Edmonton, but now Edmonton had some forensic guy look at it and he found the guy was wearing a shirt with our logo on it.”
“Okay, so you have your panties in a bunch because a team that doesn’t matter, had a guy trip, they blamed Edmonton and now Edmonton is blaming us and you read it on a blog?” Dickson said. “Are blogs still a thing?”
Martinez’ shoulders slouched and he looked more uncomfortable than a fat man in a speedo. He started to talk, but Dickson’s scowl silenced him. As he turned to slink out of the office Dickson waved him back.
“Here, wait a minute,” Dickson said as he scribbled some notes on a piece of paper and handed it to Martinez. “This really is pathetic. I mean Edmonton hasn’t been nothing since Robillard left. How this is the last I want to hear about this, Minty, Shminty shit.”
Martinez looked at the note Dickson had written. It said to tell them the guy was a former fan that was banned for being an Edmonton troll. His name was Cooper or maybe Hoffa, the note said.
“Yeah and make sure you tell them I really hope they find him,” Dickson said as he laughed and slammed the door.
Shaking his head he walked back and sat down at his desk. Damn, he had a missed call. The phone must have been on vibrate and with all the commotion he didn’t hear it. He looked at the number, fuck it was Lynch. He eagerly called the number back, voice mail. He didn’t know who this Minty guy was, but if he cost him Pepe he would trip him himself.
Alfonso Martinez burst into Calgary GM Kevin Dickson's office. “You see this shit?,” he said.
What the hell,” Dickson scowled at his Asst. GM. “I’m waiting on a call from Lynch. He is supposed to get back to me about Pepe.”
Agent Bobby Lynch, a former Pioneer, now represents several high profile BBA players.
“You see this?,” Martinez ranted again. “This Edmonton guy is saying that we had something to do with the Minty Indident.”
Dickson slowly stood up from his desk, walked around it until he was face to face with his deputy. He looked at the floor then glared at Martinez.
“You bothered me for something that somebody said about who?”
“This Edmonton Blog, “The Yellow Stream”, said that it was one of our fans that tripped Minty, not an Edmonton guy.” Martinez said.
“Okay who is Minty and you are bothering me about a Blog?,” Dickson said.
Martinez took a step back and started to break out in a sweat. Which is rare in Calgary. He pulled the tablet from behind his back and showed the screen to Dickson.
“So Roy Minty, the guy that Phoenix got from Yellow Springs, got tripped at some event and now they are blaming us for it.” Martinez said. “It was reported by I. P. Freely on his blog.”
“So some guy, whose name sounds like a piece of candy, fell on his ass and you are worried about what some piss poor excuse for a journalist said?,” Dickson said. “What the hell does this have to do with us and who cares about what happens in Phoenix. When did they last make the playoffs, 20 years ago? And what does Edmonton have to do with it?”
Martinez replied, “Well you see they had this photo of a guy wearing an Edmonton hat tripping him, so Phoenix blamed Edmonton, but now Edmonton had some forensic guy look at it and he found the guy was wearing a shirt with our logo on it.”
“Okay, so you have your panties in a bunch because a team that doesn’t matter, had a guy trip, they blamed Edmonton and now Edmonton is blaming us and you read it on a blog?” Dickson said. “Are blogs still a thing?”
Martinez’ shoulders slouched and he looked more uncomfortable than a fat man in a speedo. He started to talk, but Dickson’s scowl silenced him. As he turned to slink out of the office Dickson waved him back.
“Here, wait a minute,” Dickson said as he scribbled some notes on a piece of paper and handed it to Martinez. “This really is pathetic. I mean Edmonton hasn’t been nothing since Robillard left. How this is the last I want to hear about this, Minty, Shminty shit.”
Martinez looked at the note Dickson had written. It said to tell them the guy was a former fan that was banned for being an Edmonton troll. His name was Cooper or maybe Hoffa, the note said.
“Yeah and make sure you tell them I really hope they find him,” Dickson said as he laughed and slammed the door.
Shaking his head he walked back and sat down at his desk. Damn, he had a missed call. The phone must have been on vibrate and with all the commotion he didn’t hear it. He looked at the number, fuck it was Lynch. He eagerly called the number back, voice mail. He didn’t know who this Minty guy was, but if he cost him Pepe he would trip him himself.