Yesterday Captain XX emailed me asking for the baseball equipment back. In the same email I was informed that he and Lt. XXX were taking charge of the program. He also wanted the schedule and the contact info. I emailed back I would bring the equipment to the East Gate in a few days and that another coach had the schedule and the contact info and provided a way to contact that coach.

            The Captain–the once and present public affairs officer, for the prison–championed the A’s in 2010 and 2011. In a way he was turned by two ball players. These two clever cons convinced him that the A’s, the underdogs, deserved more, they deserved first class status. Indeed they sold Sam that the A’s were a better team and needed to replace the Giants. The Captain, an A’s fan, did what he could to make the A’s on a par, at least, with the Giants. A number of times I would hear, “Well, the Captain is on our side.”

            My wife Katie formulated a theory last year, 2011, that the prison would like to take the baseball program away from me. Now that the cameras and media folks were showing more and more interest, they wanted the glory–or so Katie said. I never agreed but thought that might, just might be possible. But the Captain always came across as such a gentleman.

            Perhaps this conspiracy type theory explains why I was treated as I was. Accused without an opportunity to hear the accusations much less defend myself; verbally abused by ZZZ without a single chance to say a word in reply. Then on not so much as a whim I get barred for life.

            DeNevi, my supervisor for twelve years, without whose support and encouragement I would have left SQ years ago–even he suddenly throws me under the bus, and not one phone call and Don usually called several times a week, and has from the beginning. Am I developing a paranoid frame of mind? Maybe.