07-20-2020, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2020, 09:14 PM by Jay_Doctor.)
Dr. Jay Doctor M.D. sits alone in the stands after fans have filed out. Thinking about the last couple seasons, he can't help but feel a little disappointed. Two seasons of non-playoffs sandwiched a season that lead to a championship. He mulls over it more and decides he wouldn't have it any other way. Better to win it all one out of three times then to always be sniffing playoffs and never win. Yes, the more he thinks about it the happier he is. Still, there is a feeling of emptiness. Doctor feels like could be doing more with his life than just coaching football. After more contemplation, Jay decides it is time. He stands up slowly, easing his slightly achy back. "Time to open up my own hospital". Tijuana's healthcare leaves a lot desired. As he gets to the gate leading to the parking lot, he takes one last look back. "I sure am going to miss this game".
Thank you everyone who has been a part of this journey. Fuzzy and Bagel, you both got me involved and showed me what it would take to be a GM. Tijuana's war room support was also amazing. I never had a question go unanswered. To Mith, Tijuana is in amazing hands. I have the utmost confidence that you will continue to do amazing things and bring Tijuana for an 8th Ultimini soon.
Thank you everyone who has been a part of this journey. Fuzzy and Bagel, you both got me involved and showed me what it would take to be a GM. Tijuana's war room support was also amazing. I never had a question go unanswered. To Mith, Tijuana is in amazing hands. I have the utmost confidence that you will continue to do amazing things and bring Tijuana for an 8th Ultimini soon.