Hank “The Tank” Expands a PEBA Family
Gary Trundleburry, Shin Seiki Post
04/13/2036: Nagoya, Japan
Don’t look now, but the tendrils of the extended Vail clan are continuing to extend throughout the known baseball universe.
Everyone knows the Evas are headed by one of them, Kevin Vail, and the defending PEBA champ Ghosts are headed up by another, Dan Vail. You might even be aware that Amsterdam was once headed up by a third, Ryan Vail. Common knowledge.
On the field, Thomas “The Goblin Prince” Vail, son of Kevin, has been making waves in Lodi. He should be gone pretty early in the upcoming draft. Similarly, young Elias “Jack” Vail, son of Dan, has started turning heads, and has lit the imagination of the Ghosts’ front office ablaze. One might even be aware that Kevin’s nephew Taj “Macaroni” Jones is toiling away in bowels of the SS system.
But yet there is another Vail consanguineous prospect looming: Henry “Hank the Tank” Dollman. Hank is the first born son of Kevin and Dan’s younger sister, Megan and her husband, a renowned power lifter, James Dollman. And boy-o-boy is this kid a beast. Standing in at a striking 6′ 4″ at only 15 years of age, Hank projects, to risk understating things, well.
Not only is he projected to be a plus-plus-plus contact and power hitter, one of the best in years, he also has the tools to be a 2-way star as a pitcher. He currently has 6 pitches, and scouts thing he could have devastating movement and control. Opinions vary as to whether he will start or not. But either way, there a very few prospects with the breadth of tools he brings to bear.
Insiders say there have been whiskey fueled conversations, theorizing future All-Star games with a tandem of Thomas and Elias facing down Henry. Collectively, they have the talent to make it happen. But can SS and Nii pull that off? And where might Hank land. Could he also be brought in to the fold some how? Could the fold be increased somehow?
The baseball gods are fickle. Sometimes cruel. Maybe things won’t work out. But man, it is fun to dream big dreams sometimes, isn’t it?