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kenyan_cheena · 04-10-2007, 11:04 PM

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"Kelvin Molk?" Robert's countenance showed surprise, puzzlement. Although having never met him or even spoken to him, Robert had followed closely the progress that the Dragons owner had made in California and admired the fashion in which he had built his ballclub from nothing into a powerhouse so quickly. As for why Molk would be calling on him, Robert was unsure. He remembered the story back in August or September when Molk had said he was keen to get a new national league off the ground but had heard nothing of it since and, to be truthful, had not thought on the issue since, either. Something to do with that, perhaps?

"Did he say what his visit related to?" Robert asked.

Julia shook her head. "No, he didn't. But he's a sharp dressed man, I will say that. Classy, too."

Robert regarded the happenings on the field for a moment, the crowd cheering as the Reds made the second out in the top of the 8th. "I'm sure he'll enjoy taking in the end of the game," he said, before rising from his seat and making his way to the office, Julia following behind.

What she had said about Molk was true. Carrying a brief case and dressed in a charcoal black suit, matching tie and fedora, Kelvin Molk presented himself as a stylish individual. He looked perhaps a decade younger than his 47 years, his visage showing a serious, business-minded manner.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Molk," said Robert, smiling and offering a handshake, which Molk accepted.

"Good afternoon to you, Mr. Harrison," Molk replied. "I've been meaning to visit Cincinnati for a while and it's nice to finally get here."

"Well, if you'd like we can have a look at the 9th inning," said Robert, motioning back towards the field. "Our boys have been on fire today. Would you follow me?"

"Sure," said Molk, nodding. "It was a dream of mine as a child to see a game here at Redland. The Reds were my team when I was young and your grandfather, he really inspired me. Might sound silly, but I don't think I'd be the man I am today without knowing about Joseph Harrison."

"That's pretty humbling that he had that affect on you. I have to tell you that I've enjoyed seeing what you've done out there in California. It's no mean feat to start from zero and create something so fantastic in such a short time. I'd like to congratulate you on your team's victories in the PCBA these last couple of seasons."

"Thank you, Mr. Harrison."

"You can call me Robert, just as long as I can call you Kelvin."

"No problem," said Molk, laughing.

They took in the rest of the game, the Reds giving the crowd a little something extra with an extended 8th inning that put four more runs on the scoreboard. They then retired the Greys in order in the top of the 9th, capping off a 12-2 victory. A number of those in their section of the crowd spoke briefly to Harrison before departing the stadium, expressing their happiness and saying how much they were looking forward to the rest of the season.

"So, Kelvin," said Robert, once most of the spectators had gone. "I know that you didn't come all the way from Los Angeles to catch the end of our season opener. So what can I do for you?"

"Your grandfather was a visionary," started Molk. "He was the first person to look at the potential of our sport and try to take it to the entire nation."

Robert nodded, knowing his suspicions about Molk's visit would soon be confirmed but remaining silent.

"Of course, we know what became of that," continued Molk. "But it's always frustrated me that no one else has gone down that path since then. It's been almost sixty years now since the NBL and in that whole time, no one has taken up the torch your grandfather lit. I know that Joseph himself expressed no desire to revisit that experience but a lot of water's passed under the bridge since then, you know? I think the time has come for America to embrace the idea of a national competition."

(to be continued)

04-10-2007, 11:04 PM	#14
kenyan_cheena Hall Of Famer Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Sydney, NSW, Australia Posts: 9,037	(continuation) "Kelvin Molk?" Robert's countenance showed surprise, puzzlement. Although having never met him or even spoken to him, Robert had followed closely the progress that the Dragons owner had made in California and admired the fashion in which he had built his ballclub from nothing into a powerhouse so quickly. As for why Molk would be calling on him, Robert was unsure. He remembered the story back in August or September when Molk had said he was keen to get a new national league off the ground but had heard nothing of it since and, to be truthful, had not thought on the issue since, either. Something to do with that, perhaps? "Did he say what his visit related to?" Robert asked. Julia shook her head. "No, he didn't. But he's a sharp dressed man, I will say that. Classy, too." Robert regarded the happenings on the field for a moment, the crowd cheering as the Reds made the second out in the top of the 8th. "I'm sure he'll enjoy taking in the end of the game," he said, before rising from his seat and making his way to the office, Julia following behind. What she had said about Molk was true. Carrying a brief case and dressed in a charcoal black suit, matching tie and fedora, Kelvin Molk presented himself as a stylish individual. He looked perhaps a decade younger than his 47 years, his visage showing a serious, business-minded manner. "Good afternoon, Mr. Molk," said Robert, smiling and offering a handshake, which Molk accepted. "Good afternoon to you, Mr. Harrison," Molk replied. "I've been meaning to visit Cincinnati for a while and it's nice to finally get here." "Well, if you'd like we can have a look at the 9th inning," said Robert, motioning back towards the field. "Our boys have been on fire today. Would you follow me?" "Sure," said Molk, nodding. "It was a dream of mine as a child to see a game here at Redland. The Reds were my team when I was young and your grandfather, he really inspired me. Might sound silly, but I don't think I'd be the man I am today without knowing about Joseph Harrison." "That's pretty humbling that he had that affect on you. I have to tell you that I've enjoyed seeing what you've done out there in California. It's no mean feat to start from zero and create something so fantastic in such a short time. I'd like to congratulate you on your team's victories in the PCBA these last couple of seasons." "Thank you, Mr. Harrison." "You can call me Robert, just as long as I can call you Kelvin." "No problem," said Molk, laughing. They took in the rest of the game, the Reds giving the crowd a little something extra with an extended 8th inning that put four more runs on the scoreboard. They then retired the Greys in order in the top of the 9th, capping off a 12-2 victory. A number of those in their section of the crowd spoke briefly to Harrison before departing the stadium, expressing their happiness and saying how much they were looking forward to the rest of the season. "So, Kelvin," said Robert, once most of the spectators had gone. "I know that you didn't come all the way from Los Angeles to catch the end of our season opener. So what can I do for you?" "Your grandfather was a visionary," started Molk. "He was the first person to look at the potential of our sport and try to take it to the entire nation." Robert nodded, knowing his suspicions about Molk's visit would soon be confirmed but remaining silent. "Of course, we know what became of that," continued Molk. "But it's always frustrated me that no one else has gone down that path since then. It's been almost sixty years now since the NBL and in that whole time, no one has taken up the torch your grandfather lit. I know that Joseph himself expressed no desire to revisit that experience but a lot of water's passed under the bridge since then, you know? I think the time has come for America to embrace the idea of a national competition." (to be continued)