
No lead in. You know who the Marlins are. You know what they stand for. You know their folly.
Season One
March 26th, 2020
It’s a sunny day in Miami, estimated to be a vibrant 96.8 degrees Fahrenheit. In the blue cloudy sky, an airplane is seen soaring across, leaving to head to some unknown destination. By the decaling on the sides, you can only assume it’s heading to Canada. “Back to the north”, you think. “What I would give to be in the cold rather than this torrid place.”
You turn to your left. Sitting next to you wearing a Marlins-branded light blue polo, a pair of baggy khaki shorts, and the nicest pair of Ray-Bans you’ve ever seen is Derek Jeter! One of the most notorious baseball players of the era, a 14 time all star, and current team president of the Miami Marlins. He approaches you with a smile. “Welcome to Miami, kid. He’s really excited to meet you in the flesh.” The car speeds onto the highway as the GPS rings. “Headed to: Miami Marriot”.
You strike idle conversation with Jeets. The usual stuff, y’know? How playing with A-Rod was, how playing for the Yankees was, how he’s enjoying retirement. Just idle chit-chat til you make it to the location. Jeter doesn’t want to talk business yet- as the big boss is the one to make the final decisions, after all. But, you feel confident. You’re the only one, to your knowledge, to even get flown in. Just don’t mess up and you’re in, and your dreams will be realized! Just as simple as that.
The limo pulls in. You hop out, and help the bellboy with the bags. You can tell you’re being judged, but quite frankly, you don’t care. It’s a show of character! And ever since you were a child, you’ve had a little something that pushes you to help people. You load your bags on, and follow the crowd. You, Jeets, and a few others hop into the elevator, headed to the top floor- executive suite. You start to sweat. Meetings, especially those that are truly important, have always gotten to you a bit. You muster a slight cough, to break the silence. You focus in on the elevator. Nicely painted, great color. Love the railing. Wonder how old the elevato- *ding*. Ah, well… here goes.
“Welcome!” You hear a voice exclaim from another room. “I take it you’ve made acquaintance with my associate?” they ask. “Yeah” you respond. “Had trouble thinking of things to ask him”. Jeets and the mystery man laugh, as you hear the strangers' voices get closer. “Well, let's get to business, shall we?” you look up and it is Bruce Sherman, majority owner of the Miami Marlins. See, I left a detail out of this story for a reason- your name.
That’s because you are Jean-Gabriel Galarneau. Potential (and future) GM for the Miami Marlins.
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