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March 3, 2080 (Christian Lammers)

I've been a baseball fan all my life. Of course, that's only 30 years, and hey, the first few probably don't count. But I remember my dad showing me some old baseball videos when I was a kid: the Carlton Fisk home run, the Phillies beating the Rays in 2008, the Tigers coming from down 3-0 to beat the Cardinals in the 2027 World Series. I was hooked, and I've been...

January 3, 2080 (Philadelphia, PA)

Harris Anderson sat together with Winston Alvarez and Ramon Velasco at the front of the lecture hall. In the seats were fifty baseball players ranging in age from 17 to 34, decked out in suits and ties and generally looking like fish out of water. Harris cleared his throat to speak, and the microphone blared feedback, eliciting cringes around the room. A tech hustled over to make a small adjustment. Harris looked guiltily down at the device, and...

"Yeah? Great, we look forward to seeing him in a Riot uniform, Bob!"

Harris hung up the phone and turned to Mo Jackson.

"OK, it's a done deal, we've got Lucifer in the fold," he gave a tired smile, "but it won't be cheap, that's for sure. We'll have to be careful with our dollars. It's still weird to think of baseball with a salary cap, ain't it?'

Jackson nodded.

"The kid's worth it, though, Harris. He's gonna...

It was 1:37 am, and Harris Anderson was exhausted. He'd spent the past month watching players at various tryouts, interviewing team personnel, double-checking on facilities projects, meeting with senior management, and spending what seemed like endless hours in discussions with his scouting director, Mo Jackson. After so many consecutive 14-hour days, he was well beyond burnt-out, but they were down to a little less than twelve hours before the draft began. They'd gone around and around on some...

Ping pong balls bounced crazily in their air-filled plastic container, like trapped insects frantically looking for a way out. NWBL Commissioner Bill Hain looked around at the eight newly-minted owners, and grinned.

"We ready to do this?" he asked.

"You got my check, right, Bill?" quipped Wallace Harney, the new owner of the Boston Irish. A rumble of laughter carried around the room. Hain adjusted his tie, stepped up to the podium next to the machine,...