Svab Memorial Stadium – December 11th, 2030

I knew it.. I had a feeling something was going on. I arrived early to Svab Memorial this morning to sit at my desk and research or relay any information to GM Michael Czosnyka as he will continue to try and push people out in order to “make the team better” in his eyes. I thought it was odd that he didn’t have me with him at the winter meetings like in the years past.. But I wasn’t expecting this.. THIS blind sided me. And I’ve been actively sneaking around trying to pay more attention and let the fans know what our ‘glorious leader’ is doing with the continued dismantling of the Longshoremen.

Yellow tape on the doors. Boarded up access points and windows. Chains and locks. The works… I am being told to go away.

Luckily, I have a few contacts in stadium security that I’ve been able to get inside. But I still can’t believe what I am seeing. Empty halls, empty work stations, empty offices. Dust gathering on the floor. Where are all of the janitor staff? Baseball’s been done only a couple months, but this looks like the apocalypse has driven through town and used Svab Memorial as it’s toilet. Marsten’s office is empty and bare. This does not surprise me. Between all the bickering, yelling matches, and late night crying sessions our owner William Marsten has had in the past year with GM Czosnyka, I am not surprised if he cracked and left. But what is this? Did he sell the team? I am just not getting it. I know between his fights and make up sessions with the GM, he’s been spending the majority of this time flying around the United States with Wendell Hart, formally of Gloucester. Looking for that next big ‘investment’. But all they ever talked about was breweries and beer. I thought Marsten wanted to get into the beer business. They’ve been over seas in Europe, Australia, through out the far east visiting some of the old PEBA teams that Hart’s Fisherman still play, to Arizona, Wisconsin, Florida, Illinois, and the list goes on and on. But that doesn’t mean anything specific…

But the real kicker.. the real punch to the gut.. is my cube is still here.. outside of the GM’s office. Clean, immaculate, and otherwise undisturbed.. a simple yellow sticky note on my laptop..

“You are no longer needed..” … with another sticky note under that one… “I know that you’ve been leaking information to the press..” and to make it official.. my termination papers sitting neatly on the desk. Wow.. so I’ve been left with the trash and dust mites here in Canton. I guess it’s time to go sign up for unemployment.. but I won’t let these bitter sweet tears go to waste! I will expose them! They haven’t heard the last of Jules Kamien! Former Personal Assistant to the second biggest idiot in Canton! But seriously… where is everyone? This is too weird.

– Jules Kamien (formally employed by Canton Longshoremen)