In what I’d like to think went down like a role-reversed scene from an Officer & A Gentleman, where Megan, in her all-white, ‘I mean business’, pantsuit lifted our boy,
PEPPER GRANT, back up where he belongs… it is with great pleasure that I announce that Mr. Grant, after signing a 2-year contract with the Shreveport Sashimi Samurai of the Bush League, had his contract purchased by none other than Ms. Megan Appel. When I cast him away in a salary-shedding maneuver for a couple of ho-hum relievers and a box of Voodoo Donuts, my regret was instantaneous, my depression dark & foreboding… I stayed resolute though, professional even, and stuck with my plan to quest for the almighty ALL – that I didn’t get my 3rd straight championship in 2078 is of no consequence, you can’t will these things into existence… but, when you trade away a favorite, you expect results – AND – when you don’t get them the regret comes creeping back. Here’s an early Christmas gift from the OOTP AI… Pepper, back in the fold, a Los Angelino through & through, who, at nearly 36-years old, still has a couple more seasons in the sun in him, at least. I’ll be looking in on him, of course, I mean, how can I not? Like some forlorn former lover, I just can’t really help myself – Phoenix, Los Angeles… the ones that got or were gave away. Partaking in that time-honored tradition of pining after your past will be just a bit more gut-wrenching now that Pepper is donning the Purple & Gold once again. But, enough about that, I got a Cubano on my desk that isn’t going to eat itself…
This game, man, it never ceases to amaze.