Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: /walks by clubhouse dry-erase board

What the hell?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Who wrote "play for yourself" on the board? What does that even mean?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: What? That doesn't make any sense though. Whatever.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Huh. "This ship is sinking"? Who wrote that?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: I don't get these messages. Did I piss off the voice from "Field of Dreams" or something? Way to be vague about it, whoever you are.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Huh. Looks like someone drew...is that a turtle with actor Sam Neill in its mouth?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Well, good job, I guess.

/walks away

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Hmm. If I'm not mistaken, that's a picture of me with a dunce cap on. I guess that guy with the speech bubble that says "come with me to magic land children warddrobe [sic] malfunction!!!!" is supposed to be Michael Jackson?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: That's such a random mishmash of ideas. No coherence. Whoever drew this is trying way too hard. What is this person trying to say? Did Vinnie Chulk sniff the markers again and get all happy with his imagination?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Wow. That is a drawing of Diamond Dallas Page fucking me in the butt.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: All right, you know what? Team meeting. Right now.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Okay, everybody. The last thing I want to have to do is break up the momentum and chemistry of this ballclub, but something needs to be said.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: We have someone writing messages on the board that are awkwardly nebulous. And, I mean, it's fine if you'd rather be spineless and avoid direct confrontation by just leaving anonymous messages.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: But God, at least help me understand what you're mad about.

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: Oh. Well fine, congratulations. What's her name?

Death_Taxes_BlueJaysLosing: What? Is it a girl or a goddamn pair of jeans? That name is completely retarded. Get off the team.