Originally posted 28 October, 1997. Based on the actual fate of the Bangor Blue Ox.
©1997 by Scott Bernier
First HTML-ized on 3 November, 1997
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[Evening of October 27, 1997, Council Chamber, Bangor City Hall, Bangor, Maine]
"All in favor..." five hands raised.
"All opposed..." three hands raised.
"The vote for raising funds via bond to build a new multi-purpose stadium in Downtown Bangor for the Blue Ox Baseball team has failed."
"Next on the agenda..."
[Cherrywarren, Cherryfield, ME later that evening...]
(STOMP!) "They what!?!?"
The bun who carried the news to Browny CrimsonPaw was shaking visibly. "They...they failed to raise the 2/3rds vote necessary to fund the new stadium."
"I want the manager, Roger LaFrancois, in my office immediately." (STOMP!)
"I...I can't do that sir..." (cringefluff)
Browny stared icily at the other bun and stated in a very quiet and sinister voice, "What do you mean, you can't?" (SNICK!)
"Mr LaFrancois no longer works for you as you no longer own the Blue Ox..."
(STOMP!) Browny trashed the keyboard on his desk. "What do mean?!"
"It's right here in the contract you signed with the buns who control NorthEast League Baseball, sir. If you fail to persuade the host city to build a new stadium after two seasons of play, you forfeit all rights to the team and its staff. Mr LaFrancois is following orders of those buns now. The next warren on the waiting list for a team is New Bedford, MA, and they have the issue on the human ballot this coming election. If they fail to come-up with the money for a stadium, the team will continue to look elsewhere.
(sorryfluff) "There's nothing we can do."
(dejectedearflick) "Then spam the councilors who voted against the bond!"
The other bun shook his head sadly. "We can't do that either. To spam nearly 1/3rd of the Bangor City Council, we have to file petition with RazorClaw, but as commander of all bun operations Down East, he gets final say."
Browny CrimsonPaw, former commander of all bunny operations east and north of Bangor, now reduced to overseeing blueberry cultivation operations downeast, glared through the other bun. "I'll bet that bun worked some sort of deal with the Fudds." (angerbristle)
[The following morning, Maine Fudd Volunteers HQ, China, Maine]
"Report."
"Major, our influence of the Bangor City Council has paid-off. The Bangor Blue Ox are no more." The private saluted.
"Very good, be sure to send our thanks to Councilors Soucy, Tyler, and Fornham." Major Blake replied, saluting. He (fangygrinned) after the private left. "Direct hand-to-paw isn't the only way to wage war against the fluffers," he said aloud to no one.
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