the dutch oven — basketball_team 🇺🇸
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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 2 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 3 | the dutch oven | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | New York Over-Timers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | Denver Horse-Track | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 11 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 12 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 13 | Phoenix No-Defense | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 14 | Miami Heart-Attack | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 1 | 14 | 2 |
| 16 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 1 | 14 | 2 |
Pre-season
Get comfortable because tonight, we are about to witness something special. I can feel it. It's in the air, it's in the eyes, it's in the low rumble of 20,000 people who know they're about to live through a moment. The franchise about to step onto this court has seen it all, lived it all: legendary triple-doubles, buzzer-beating heartbreaks, 15-point fourth-quarter comebacks, and losses that shatter careers. But they're here, still and always, with that burning desire to tear everything apart. Ladies and gentlemen... The dutch oven! Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Rik Smits on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. Standing at 224 cm, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them. But what truly terrifies opponents isn't his highlights, it's his head. Look into his eyes during crunch time. There's nothing there. No stress, no doubt, just a killer's stare that says "give me the ball and get the hell out of the way." Opposing coaches have tried double-teams, triple-teams, zone defense, trash talk, Hack-a-Shaq... Nothing works. The man is programmed for clutch moments. It's genetic, and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. The budget, let's talk about it. Or actually, let's not, because it'll make you dizzy. We're beyond the luxury tax, beyond the second apron, we're in a zone that even the league's tax accountants struggle to calculate. The owner burns cash like others burn firewood, and he doesn't bat an eye. Every season this team doesn't win the title is a financial scandal. The pressure is absolute, the talent is maximal, and the margin for error is zero. Welcome to the world of superteams, where failure isn't an option, it's a public humiliation.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
94-123 (L)
Tip-off! Campy Russell gets us started! Let's go!
Stephen Jackson forces up a double-clutch layup over the defense! Shaky emotions under pressure! Bad decision!
Campy Russell throws it into the stands! What was that from this total unknown!
Charles Oakley reacts too late to rotate! Hot head on the help side!
Charles Oakley pulls up and drills a catch-and-shoot triple! Can't teach that!
Halftime. Rik Smits is holding his ribs walking toward the tunnel. Little scoop: Rik Smits collects Pokemon cards. That Charizard is worth more than his first contract. The players charge out of the tunnel. Smells like a comeback.
Campy Russell, this diamond in the rough, with the frustrated foul! Limited stamina in tough moments!
Rik Smits misses the open look! This guy with a proven track record can't believe it! Hot head!
Earl Monroe, this tweener, sets a brick-wall screen! A killer instinct on full display!
Rik Smits, this name that's buzzing, sucking wind after that sprint! The 4 periods of 12 minutes of battle!
This league veteran Rik Smits stares at the scoreboard. Not the outcome this league veteran wanted.
Charles Oakley snaps at the bench on his way out. Campy Russell says nothing, but his look says everything. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
126-86 (W)
This solid pro Earl Monroe gets the crowd going early! The energy is building!
Stephen Jackson, this giant, elevates for a monster floater!
This guy nobody was talking about Stephen Jackson leads the fast break and dishes! Easy bucket off the assist!
Stephen Jackson strings together a double-clutch layup under the basket. A gym-rat work ethic on full display!
Rik Smits strips the ball cleanly! Veteran move right there!
Halftime! Rik Smits looks in the mirror and shakes his head. I've been told Rik Smits always puts his left shoe on first. The one day he switched, gave up 40 points. Here they come. You can read the determination on their faces.
Rik Smits knocks down a buzzer-beater driving to the hoop! Ice in the veins!
This newcomer Stephen Jackson takes a bow! A slide across the hardwood! This was clinical!
Rik Smits, this titan, accidentally passes to the ref! Nice assist this player making noise!
This respected competitor Charles Oakley raises the arms in triumph! A fist pump toward the bench! The crowd follows!
That's the game! Campy Russell finishes with a monster performance! This newcomer victorious!
Earl Monroe climbs onto the scorer's table. Charles Oakley joins him. Security is unsure whether to intervene. Meanwhile, your favorite commentator spilled coffee on the mixing board. Twice. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
112-89 (W)
Rik Smits, this long boy, takes the court! The roaring arena is electric!
Rik Smits, this league veteran, operates at the top of the key with an and-one! Clinic!
Rik Smits times it perfectly and rejects the shot! A clutch steal in transition!
Charles Oakley drives and creates! Another assist under the basket! Quarterback!
This newcomer Campy Russell calls the audible! Changed the play and it works!
Break. Campy Russell's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. Locker room intel: Campy Russell has a tattoo of a basketball hoop on his butt. That's commitment. The players jog toward the court. The air is electric.
Charles Oakley crosses over the orange beautifully for a half-court heave! What touch!
This diamond in the rough Stephen Jackson turns the hostile crowd into stunned silence!
This guy nobody was talking about Stephen Jackson defers to the hot hand! Smart basketball!
This who-is-this-guy player Stephen Jackson silences the noise! Ridiculous creativity locked in! Nothing else matters!
Final buzzer! Earl Monroe is the hero! This hooper's hooper with a game for the ages!
Stephen Jackson cries tears of joy in Charles Oakley's arms. Earl Monroe is also crying but nobody knows why. While you were watching the game, I was desperately searching for my pen. Still haven't found it. Good evening! Coming up: 'Dancing with the Stars: My Cousin's Wedding Edition.' Open bar.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
107-101 (W)
Charles Oakley, this beanpole, is introduced and the arena explodes! This league veteran is in the building!
Rik Smits lets fly to the rack for a fadeaway jumper! Can't contain this tree of a man!
Campy Russell, this rising star, clamps down on the star player! An off-the-charts basketball IQ on the assignment!
Earl Monroe threads the needle! Beautiful assist at half court! Unreal court vision!
Rik Smits pulls up the ball out of the trap! Night-in night-out consistency under pressure!
That's a wrap for now. Charles Oakley dives into the tunnel. Fun fact: Charles Oakley is unbeatable at arm wrestling in the locker room. Even the center is scared. The tunnel spits the players out. The war resumes.
Rik Smits with the tough free throw through contact! This solid pro won't be denied!
Earl Monroe, this league veteran, waves the crowd up! An incredible energy rising!
Charles Oakley sprints back on defense! This guy with a proven track record leading by example!
Campy Russell, this 7-footer, evolves before our eyes! A dramatic twist!
This hungry young player Stephen Jackson led from start to finish! Comprehensive win!
Charles Oakley blows a kiss to the camera. Campy Russell blows twelve. Rik Smits blocks the lens. Tonight I lost my voice, rediscovered my passion, and forgot where I parked. A complete evening. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
133-89 (W)
Charles Oakley opens with a fadeaway jumper! This next-level player making an early statement!
A deep three by Charles Oakley! The building is rocking! This league veteran takeover!
This league veteran Rik Smits zips the pass through! Another dime from this beanpole!
Earl Monroe explodes past everyone for a step-back three! This smooth operator on a mission!
Rik Smits a clutch steal and starts the fast break! Defense wins championships!
The locker room fills up. Stephen Jackson has already eaten three oranges. Confession: Stephen Jackson believes the away locker room is haunted. Refuses to go in alone. Both teams return. You can tell the coach gave them an earful.
Stephen Jackson lets fly the basketball into a devastating dunk! Unreal swagger shining through!
Stephen Jackson, this dude out of nowhere, wraps it up with a flourish! Total destruction!
Charles Oakley, this walking skyscraper, steps on the teammate's foot! Down goes this respected competitor!
Campy Russell drives and pounds the chest! A chest bump! Warrior mentality!
Stephen Jackson, this titan, celebrates the win! A raised fist! What a game!
Charles Oakley grabs the PA announcer's mic and shouts Stephen Jackson's name. The announcer chases him. I discovered tonight that my mic was off for three minutes. Three minutes of pure genius, lost forever. Sleep tight! Coming up: 'Forensic Files: Who Finished the Milk Without Telling Anyone.'
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
108-86 (W)
Campy Russell, this hidden prospect, embraces the standing ovation! Game on!
A thunderous slam from Charles Oakley! This guy with a proven track record reminding everyone why they're on top!
This newcomer Campy Russell with the volleyball spike a crucial offensive board! Emphatic!
This established player Rik Smits orchestrates the offense under the basket! Maestro!
Earl Monroe, this smooth operator, posts up the smaller defender! Mismatch hunting!
Heading in. Campy Russell's eyes are bloodshot from sheer effort. Intel: Campy Russell once called an imaginary timeout in the middle of a game. The ref actually hesitated. Back to hostilities. Faces have changed in the locker room.
Rik Smits shoots past the defense for a floater! Size advantage from this this beanpole!
Deafening noise! Charles Oakley shoots and the building shakes!
Charles Oakley shoots the pick-and-roll to perfection! Chemistry on display!
Rik Smits goes to work into the record books! This respected competitor making memories!
Rik Smits daps up the opponent! Respect from this hooper's hooper after the battle!
Charles Oakley grabs the arena mic and screams. Just a scream. Earl Monroe applauds. I drank so much coffee tonight I'm going to commentate in my sleep. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Planet Earth: Exploring the World from My Couch.' Immersive documentary.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
133-92 (W)
The game begins and Charles Oakley is ready! You can see scary good handles written all over his face!
This dude putting the league on notice Rik Smits goes to work from the right corner! A reverse layup drops beautifully!
Campy Russell shoots and finds the trailer for a free throw! Great awareness!
Rik Smits takes off the ball with scary good handles. And it drops! Nothing you can do!
Earl Monroe, this versatile guy, alters the shot! Unreal swagger at the rim!
Halftime! Campy Russell looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Little scoop: Campy Russell collects Pokemon cards. That Charizard is worth more than his first contract. Play resumes. The DJ drops a beat to hype up the crowd.
This legit talent Earl Monroe converts in transition! An alley-oop right on cue!
Stephen Jackson, this dark horse, with the dagger and then some! A hook shot!
Stephen Jackson takes off and the Wilson goes into the stands! Free souvenir!
Campy Russell, this giant, does the shimmy! A chest bump! The arena goes crazy!
This name that's buzzing Charles Oakley is all smiles! The stats back up the brilliance!
Earl Monroe and Stephen Jackson play rock-paper-scissors to decide who carries the ball. Earl Monroe loses. I tried taking notes during the game. My notebook is full of incomprehensible scribbles. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'True Confessions: I Put Ketchup on Pasta.'
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
124-90 (W)
This raw talent Stephen Jackson in the starting lineup! Let's see what this raw talent brings!
Earl Monroe with the decisive buzzer beater! An unmatched feel for the game when it matters most!
This next-level player Charles Oakley turns the corner and finds the open man! Unselfish!
Rik Smits, this guy with a proven track record, drops a buzzer beater in transition! Pure artistry!
Rik Smits, this 7-footer, recovers and contests! Never-give-up effort fueled by a gym-rat work ethic!
Time to breathe. Stephen Jackson has both hands on both knees, completely cooked. Staff confession: Stephen Jackson is afraid of pigeons. Not 7-foot centers, no. Pigeons. Tipoff! The ref blows the whistle, the ball is in the air.
Stephen Jackson scores at will! A fadeaway jumper in transition! This hungry young player domination!
Rik Smits, this up-and-coming baller, still going full throttle! No mercy tonight!
Earl Monroe dunks the wrong way on offense! This established player needs a GPS!
Charles Oakley crosses over to center court! An ice-cold stare at the opposing bench! This player on the come-up owns the moment!
Earl Monroe, this respected competitor, with the post-game interview smile! Natural-born leadership all night!
Earl Monroe runs to the coach and lifts the coach up. Not thrilled but smiles anyway. I learned backstage that Charles Oakley also does volunteer firefighter on weekends. That explains those reflexes. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
102-91 (W)
Rik Smits looks dialed in from the start! A killer instinct preparation showing!
A devastating dunk from Campy Russell driving to the hoop! That's a statement right there!
Earl Monroe, this solid build, swats it into the third row! A drawn charge!
Stephen Jackson, this rising star, sets the table back to the basket! Assist master!
Rik Smits, this guy with a proven track record, manipulates the defense with the eyes! Pure God-given talent!
The players leave the court. Stephen Jackson clings to the tunnel railing. The staff told me Stephen Jackson sings in the shower. Badly. Very badly. We're back at it. The crowd had time to reload at the snack bar.
Charles Oakley, this player on the come-up, knifes through for a bank shot from mid-range! Wow!
You can feel palpable tension through the screen! Campy Russell in the spotlight!
Stephen Jackson, this tower, boxes out for the teammate! This who-is-this-guy player doing the dirty work!
This will be talked about for years! Stephen Jackson with a step-back three! Iconic!
Rik Smits fades away in triumph! The final buzzer sounds! That's a W!
Earl Monroe rips the net off the rim. Stephen Jackson wraps it around his neck like a scarf. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Planet Earth: Exploring the World from My Couch.' Immersive documentary.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
105-99 (W)
Charles Oakley, this oversized freak, announced to huge cheers! Wild stands!
Earl Monroe, this league veteran, sinks an off-balance shot with surgical precision from the right corner!
Charles Oakley, this solid pro, pokes the rock free! Scramble at the buzzer!
This established player Charles Oakley connects on the pick-and-roll! Assist for a scoop layup!
This rising star Campy Russell adjusts the angle mid-drive! Ridiculous creativity body control!
The players disappear into the tunnel. Earl Monroe asks for an ice pack. Did you know Earl Monroe started basketball because he was terrible at soccer? Sometimes failure leads to greatness. Break's over, the players take their positions.
A free throw by Earl Monroe from mid-range! Eyes in the back of the head in every fiber!
Campy Russell, this towering presence, gets the standing ovation! A standing ovation!
This league veteran Rik Smits unites the locker room! Iron discipline captain's mentality!
Stephen Jackson, this mammoth, is on a mission! Nothing can stop this dark horse right now!
Stephen Jackson fires away to the crowd! A victory dance! This rising star gave everything!
Charles Oakley performs an absolutely ridiculous victory dance. Earl Monroe imitates it. It's worse. I spent this entire evening standing because my chair has been broken for three games. Nobody fixes it. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, it's 'Who Wants to Marry My Goldfish.' Good luck with that.
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
103-118 (L)
This dude out of nowhere Stephen Jackson means business! Fast start in the paint!
Earl Monroe with a wild attempt! This guy with a proven track record not finding the range tonight!
Stephen Jackson charges right into the defender! Turnover! Lack of consistency when controlling pace!
Stephen Jackson gets crossed over! This total unknown left frozen from mid-range!
Stephen Jackson, this walking skyscraper, uses every inch to deliver a euro-step!
Break. Campy Russell's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. They say Campy Russell has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
Stephen Jackson, this who-is-this-guy player, refuses to high-five! Tendency to force bad shots hurting the chemistry!
Earl Monroe misfires from the left corner! Even this up-and-coming baller has off nights!
This solid pro Earl Monroe attacks the closeout! Driving past the over-eager defender!
Earl Monroe misses from fatigue! This name that's buzzing can't get the elevation along the baseline!
Rik Smits reflects on what could have been. Sometimes predictable game the difference tonight.
Campy Russell lets out a nervous laugh that sends chills down your spine. Earl Monroe decides not to comment. Tonight I chewed through two pens. The office supply budget is going to explode. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
119-92 (W)
This total unknown Campy Russell catches the pill early and goes to work! Opening salvo!
An alley-oop by Charles Oakley! The crowd erupts! Eyes in the back of the head personified!
This established player Charles Oakley with the no-foul contest at the buzzer! Clean as a whistle!
This established player Charles Oakley with the behind-the-back dish! Highlight-reel pass!
This surprise package Campy Russell runs the pick-and-pop to perfection! Tactical mastery!
Off to the locker room. Charles Oakley has already drained two water bottles. Staff confession: Charles Oakley is afraid of pigeons. Not 7-foot centers, no. Pigeons. Back for the second half. The coach slammed his fist on the table.
This next-level player Charles Oakley erupts for a step-back three! The floodgates are open!
Campy Russell, this absolute unit, gestures for more noise! The crowd goes nuts!
Campy Russell pulls up the orange with patience! This potential breakout star trusting the system!
Earl Monroe, this player making noise, has been building to this all game! At the jump ball!
Stephen Jackson, this beanpole, acknowledges the fans! Wild stands! A team high-five!
Rik Smits and Charles Oakley attempt an elaborate handshake. They miss three times. Campy Russell films the whole thing. I spent the evening looking for a stat that couldn't be found. It didn't exist. I made one up. Thanks for tonight. And now: '60 Minutes: The Secrets of the Office Coffee Machine.'
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
96-110 (L)
Earl Monroe fades away onto the floor! The crowd roars for this established player!
Campy Russell, this giant, gets stuffed trying a step-back three! Denied!
Charles Oakley, this oversized freak, gets stripped back to the basket! Occasional mental lapses exposed!
This established player Charles Oakley fouls reaching in! Occasional mental lapses on defense!
This dude putting the league on notice Earl Monroe punishes the defense with a double-clutch layup from way beyond the arc!
The locker room fills up. Earl Monroe has already eaten three oranges. Rumor has it Earl Monroe talks to his basketball in the locker room. Nobody dares say it's weird. Back in action! The coach got the message across.
This player making noise Earl Monroe hangs the head after the miss! Deflated from mid-range!
A euro-step by Campy Russell at the buzzer is way off! Tough night for this dude out of nowhere!
Stephen Jackson, this giant, seals the defender for position! Fundamentals!
Campy Russell, this mountain of a man, laboring up and down! Injury-prone body draining the energy!
Stephen Jackson sits alone on the bench. This potential breakout star processing the defeat.
Rik Smits bites his lip, fists clenched. Charles Oakley shakes his head slowly, in disbelief. During the game, my colleague ordered sushi. It arrived at the final buzzer. Perfect timing. Until next time! Up next: 'Life Unplugged: A Day Without WiFi.' A shocking documentary.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
110-83 (W)
Charles Oakley, this 7-footer, sets the tone immediately! Unreal swagger from the jump!
Earl Monroe with another pull-up jumper! You can't stop this man!
Charles Oakley a defensive stop with authority! This tower protecting the paint!
Campy Russell reads the defense like a book! Assist along the baseline! Unreal swagger!
Earl Monroe reads the defense perfectly! An unmatched feel for the game and a sky-high basketball IQ!
Intermission. Charles Oakley dumps an entire water bottle over his head. Fun fact: Charles Oakley tried to negotiate a 'mandatory nap' clause in his contract. Denied. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Rik Smits, this towering presence, posts up and delivers a bank shot! Textbook!
A Playoff atmosphere fills the arena! This player making noise Earl Monroe feeds off the energy!
Earl Monroe finds the open teammate! This player making noise making everyone better!
This unknown gem Campy Russell with a performance for the ages! A career-defining moment chapter!
Charles Oakley, this player on the come-up, points to the crowd! A salute to the fans! This was for the fans!
Earl Monroe improvises an Oscar acceptance speech. Stephen Jackson plays the imaginary violin. As for me, I powered through three coffees and a gas station sandwich. The glamorous life of sports journalism. That was beautiful. And now: 'House Hunters International: 90-Square-Foot Studio, Wall View.' A steal.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
109-107 (W)
And we're underway! Charles Oakley touches the leather first! This next-level player looks eager!
This league veteran Earl Monroe forces the bad pass! Unreal swagger creating turnovers!
Stephen Jackson gets a clean look but heavy feet costs the bucket!
Stephen Jackson with the smooth half-court heave! This rising star making it look easy!
Earl Monroe identifies the soft spot in the zone! This player making noise surgical precision!
That's a cut. Rik Smits stumbles slightly reaching the locker room. Little scoop: Rik Smits logs every game in a notebook. With stars and smiley faces. At that age. We're back! The players look fired up.
Campy Russell, this tower, with the crunch-time takeover! Night-in night-out consistency taking over!
Charles Oakley shuts the door back to the basket! That's how you play defense!
This dark horse Campy Russell draws the MVP chants! The crowd is on their feet for the star!
Charles Oakley with the late steal and score! This league veteran taking matters into own hands!
Stephen Jackson dunks into the tunnel with the W! This guy nobody was talking about all smiles!
Earl Monroe and Rik Smits pretend to fish Stephen Jackson out of the crowd. They pull hard. Behind the scenes, the cameraman told me I was making faces during free throws. I had no idea. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
the dutch oven finishes #3, a fantastic season! 12W-3L. Season MVP: Rik Smits.
Season Journal
Get comfortable because tonight, we are about to witness something special. I can feel it. It's in the air, it's in the eyes, it's in the low rumble of 20,000 people who know they're about to live through a moment. The franchise about to step onto this court has seen it all, lived it all: legendary triple-doubles, buzzer-beating heartbreaks, 15-point fourth-quarter comebacks, and losses that shatter careers. But they're here, still and always, with that burning desire to tear everything apart. Ladies and gentlemen... The dutch oven!
Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Rik Smits on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. Standing at 224 cm, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them.
But what truly terrifies opponents isn't his highlights, it's his head. Look into his eyes during crunch time. There's nothing there. No stress, no doubt, just a killer's stare that says "give me the ball and get the hell out of the way." Opposing coaches have tried double-teams, triple-teams, zone defense, trash talk, Hack-a-Shaq... Nothing works. The man is programmed for clutch moments. It's genetic, and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it.
The budget, let's talk about it. Or actually, let's not, because it'll make you dizzy. We're beyond the luxury tax, beyond the second apron, we're in a zone that even the league's tax accountants struggle to calculate. The owner burns cash like others burn firewood, and he doesn't bat an eye. Every season this team doesn't win the title is a financial scandal. The pressure is absolute, the talent is maximal, and the margin for error is zero. Welcome to the world of superteams, where failure isn't an option, it's a public humiliation.
the dutch oven finishes #3, a fantastic season! 12W-3L. Season MVP: Rik Smits.
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