The sun had set on the 2064 Tropics season after a struggle to make the playoffs for the 3rd year in a row. Hawaii GM Jim Walker sat behind his desk at ‘Iolani Palace trying to focus his bourbon blurred eyes on the financials and coaches pages. The coaches are beginning to bicker after seasons of tranquility in the dugout. Walker scanned through the minors and found his then began the tough job in earnest.
“Cassie. Please send in Anibal Aguirre, Alfredo ‘Savage’ Salazar, Scott Hoover and Juan Rodriguez. Have them wait in the outer office and send them in one at a time.”, Walker asked.
“Done.”, answered Cassie.
The 1st victim knocked on the door. “Come in Anibal.”, croaked Walker.
Pitching Coach Anibal Aguirre entered the office and stood behind one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. “Have a seat.”, Walker commanded.
“I prefer to stand.”, snapped back Aguirre. Walker thought, ‘Well this is gonna be easier.’
“Anibal, it’s time for you to step aside and maybe retire. We’re going with some youth to give the guys a different voice.”, Walker stated flatly.
“You didn’t give me any pitching and now fire me?”, Aguirre said incredulously.
“I traded for two guys that helped for this season but will also give us a leg up next. You just didn’t get the job done. HR is down the hall and to the right.”, directed Walker.
Aguirre stormed out and next was Batting Coach Alfredo Salazar. Walker pointed to the chair and a visibly shaken Salazar sat. “Fredo, it’s been a good run but with the bats on this team we didn’t get it done. Someone must take the fall and sorry, it’s gotta be you.”, Walker stated.
Salazar exhaled loudly and stared at the wall with a tear in his eye. Walker told him, “You can take your time and say bye to the guys. HR will wait for you.”
Salazar nodded, stood, shook Walker’s proffered hand and walked out of the office in a daze. Walker called out, “Scott. Juan. Come on in.”
1B coach Scoot Hoover entered followed by 3B coach Juan Rodriguez. “This is gonna be quick guys. You two have been arguing all season and it’s caused too much chaos in the locker room and on the field. You’re both relieved of your duties and need to clear out by the end of the business day.”
Hoover muttered, “Prick.”, spun and left the room. Rodriguez began to say something, hesitated, then shuffled off talking to his wife on his cube.
Walker opened his cube and said, “Call Alaric.”
“Wullenweber.”, came the answer.
“You’re coming back to the bigs as the PC, Alaric. Report next week.”, said Walker.
“I thought it wouldn’t happen.”, said Wullenweber, “The desert is just miserable!”
“Ha, see you next week!”, then Walker rang off.
“Call Ish.”
“Konichiwa, Ish. We’re bringing you into the fold. Get ahold of Alaric and make your travel plans together. See you next week.”, said Walker.
As he rang off, he could hear a cheer from Yosuhiko and his wife. Walker sat back and took a long drink. The first part sucked but the call ups were soothing. “Cassie, please call up the agents for Ajeder Kirop and Fidde van Horssen and offer them jobs as base coaches.”
Cassie asked, “You sure about Fidde? He’s Dutch. Nobody likes the Dutch because their too honest.”
“We need a little toughness around here.”, Walker sighed.
“Done. Anything else?”, she asked.
“Maybe later. I need to make some calls and interviews myself. Thanks, Cassie.”, said Walker.
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