From the desk of Kate Coolman, BSA.com reporter
I continued to search the facility in Madison for clues, any bit of information that could get me a scoop. As the last few trucks were being loaded, I was able to sneak into one of the cabs. Amidst the empty mini bottles of Evan Williams, all I could deduce was that these eighteen wheelers are headed to Nashville, Tennessee. The team already announced that in the middle of last season though. So far nothing else had made it to the public. No nickname, no sponsors, no minor league destination. Hell, we don't even know what the park will look like with those new light repelling construction privacy blockers. They're frankly an eye sore, but corporations want privacy, the American government will give it to them. No, I need something new, something fresh, something I can sell to TMZ that nobody else has yet. I suppose I should keep looking until security throws me out or has me arrested...
The halls of the facility were surprisingly empty. Not just of people, but the walls are nearly bare. Even knowing that there is a baseball field just a few hundred feet away, it now feels like every other office I've inhabited in my career. There are rumors the university plans to take residence here though, taking advantage of the Bombers abandonment. Employees of the moving company continue to pack up boxes as I patrol the halls. I dare not disrupt their duty, as they ignore my presence. I must continue on and find something though...
There it is, at the end of the hall: team president Adam Brisske's office. The frosted windows make it impossible to tell what's inside. As I quietly creep toward the office, I keep an eye out for shadows behind the door, but so far nothing. I press my ear to the door; silence. All I have to do is credit "anonymous team sources" and no one will consider my trespassing. I cross my fingers and reach for the door handle. It's unlocked! I turn the handle and slowly swing open the door...
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The room looks like it has been empty for weeks. The GM must have packed up as soon as the season ended. Well, hopefully one of my colleagues has better luck. As I head back towards the exit, I realize I'm lost. I can't remember which way I came. Every hallway looks alike now. I see an exit sign overheard in a hallway to the left but I don't think this is how I got up here...
I'm moving at a quicker pace, just trying to make it out undetected. I pass by a few conference rooms that still have things stacked on the table waiting to be packed. Most of it looks like memorabilia. Signed balls, bats, jerseys. I think I saw one of those awards for being "green", but I am trying to just make good time...
Then I see it. If those are what I think they are, I've hit the motherlode. Rolls and rolls of large paper leaned up in a corner of the room. Those better be blueprints or I'm wasting my time. Fans don't care about where the offices are, but they sure love a ballparks layout. If I can beat the team in reporting this it will be huge. I just need to flip through and find something legitimate...
There! But how can I be sure? It doesn't resemble any stadium in BSA right now, but it could be any stadium. I flip through more pages and I come across what is virtually the same drawing but this time there's something written on it. It just says "GIBSON". This has to be it. I take a quick picture with my phone and send it to my coworker Joel Cameron. He's in Wisconsin Rapids trying to dig up what he can there. I'll see what he thinks but for now I need to get the hell put of here...
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