Unable to afford the 5 dollars for the ferry, the team had no choice but to caulk up the ol’ Bomba Wagon and float across the river like the Viking adjacent team they were. “Shucks, that river looks to be 653 feet across and 9.1 feet deep!” Joe chuckled to himself, bringing everyone else to side-eye him, each doing the mental-calculus if they should fear his wholesome liquid-measuring powers borne of years of milk-drinking.
“We shouldn’t have trusted that strange girl!” Max Kepler yelled. Uh oh, here we go! Reaching the first river crossing like 4 days later, our big boys have managed to eat half of their rations. They are also taking along 15 bullets to shoot at swamp monsters and scary noises in the night. The team decided to take her advice for some reason.” That’s roughly one me’s worth of food so that should last a while, probably? I hope so?” Said some weird girl with green hair at Matt’s General Store. Having spent their pro-rated contracts of the 2020 season of 400 entire dollars, the Twins are starting with 9 Oxen, 10 Sets of clothing, 2 of each wagon part, and 120 lbs of food. On a quiet and peaceful day in late March that should have been filled with the roar of crowds and the wonderful sound of bat hitting ball, the team gathers in the sleepy ruins of the Twin Cities. (I haven’t played this game in many many years, so I imagine this will be short, due to Joe dying of Bilateral Dysentery Weakness or Buxton running full bore into a cow and breaking his leg like the human animorphed into a gazelle for too long he is.
If that’s all that happens to their butts, I think we’ll be pretty lucky. They’re young and they are sometimes healthy, and they are ready to sit in a wagon until their butts get all sore. Then we have the plucky trio of Byron Buxton, Jose Berrios, and Max Kepler. Can he intimidate wolves and bears or whatever? Can he intimidate gold rush era diseases? We’ll find out! Pitchers used to be very intimidated facing down Cruz, so he’s along for security reason. With him is his second in command, Nelson Cruz. He is leaving his old life as a rap battle instructor behind to help his friends make their way to Oregon. Leading our fateful team or intrepid baseballers is Joseph Patrick Mauer himself. The destination? The newly formed Republic of the 7 People Who Actually Live in Oregon (RotPWALiO.) As one does, they will be traveling by ox-pulled covered wagon. Tired of throwing fastballs to cardboard catchers made out of pizza boxes and toilet paper tubes, our team decides to head west through the shattered and disparate former-United States to form a 5-man barnstorming team.
It was, however, about to be one of the most west of times! The year is 2021, and in a post baseball hellworld, many ballplayers are feeling completely lost without balls to bat, bats to swing, and bases to run. It was the worst of times, and it was definitely not the best of times.
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