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After having built the team that drafted "me" from a money-bleeding celler dweller into a dominating powerhouse that won 221 games in two years and back-to-back World Series, I took over another broke Montrealic club and arranged a trade for "me" from my old club to my new one.
My old club was a small-ball stud farm. Not many HRs, but in my last year there, only one position player hit under .300, including the BOY who hit over .380. No SP had a losing record or an ERA greater than 5.0, inluding POY and the two top strikeout totals in the majors. Their one weakness was their closer, who blew what seemd like half the games the team lost.
Over the course of their first season after I left, I watched the AI systematically dismantle the squad. By the start of August, only three position players from the year before remained. The BOY and POY had been traded. They traded another guy who was signed cheap for three more years, leading the majors in BA, OPS, and RBI at the time, and then went on to win BOY in the other league. I was agast the the AI could so totally ruin my team.
My new team finished 7 games back of the wild card, making a profit for the first time in 10 years, but not quite clearing .500. The AI still won the WS with it's team, though. And their new closer was third in the majors in saves.
Guess I'm not so smart, after all....
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MWT
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