Tales from a Not-Season: It’s been a hell of a ride

The man stood at the end of the pier, looking out at the setting sun, lost in thought. A half-forgotten bobber danced gently in the water next to him, on the end of a fishing line he had thrown out more from formality than anything else. As he cracked open another cold PBR from the battered blue cooler to his left, he heard someone approach from behind, and without turning greeted his visitor.

“Hullo, Nicky”

“How’d you know where to find me?”

Nick Punto, now in his 40’s, stepped forward to stand next to his former manager, and cracked a PBR of own before replying.

“Well, I’d heard you’d retired. That really only leaves one place you’d be.”

Gardenhire nodded, and the two men stood in silence for a bit. Finally, Punto broke the silence.

“Well, good luck. You got money and got paid.”

With that, Punto turned, sprinted back to his car, and slid headfirst across the hood, before landing (somehow) on his feet, and driving away.

Gardenhire looked back at the sunset, and smiled. It had been a good run.

We here at Twinkie Town have had a lot of fun at Ron Gardenhire’s expense over the years, and we wish him the best of luck in the next chapter of his life.