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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 5 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | New York Over-Timers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 7 | Denver Horse-Track | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | My Team | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 10 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 11 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 12 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 13 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 15 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | Phoenix No-Defense | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Holy shit, the arena is erupting and the game hasn't even started. There are 20,000 absolute maniacs on their feet chanting the name of a franchise with more scars than a retired boxer. Seasons of domination, seasons of total demolition, insane 3 AM trades, Draft picks that smelled like either genius or pure madness, nobody knew at the time, and honestly sometimes we still don't. But tonight, all of that is behind us. Tonight is the present, and the present reeks of adrenaline and revenge. The team with no name, baby! Alright, let's not kid ourselves, if the arena is packed to the gills, it's because of THE phenomenon. This guy isn't just a basketball player, he's a walking cheat code on the hardwood: give it up for Franz Wagner! Picture this: standing at 203 cm, but he handles the rock with the agility of a 5'10" point guard and launches missiles from 30 feet like he's at shootaround. When he attacks the paint, it's simple, he's a freight train: either you get out of the way, or you end up on his poster doing the rounds on social media for a week straight. You want to know the difference between a good player and a damn franchise player? It's the fourth quarter. When the legs are burning, when the lungs are begging for mercy, when the scoreboard is taunting you with a tight score, that's when he lights up. Like a diesel engine finally hitting its temperature. The first three quarters are the warm-up. The fourth quarter is his hunting ground. And the prey? It's the teams that thought they had a chance. Attention, things are about to get serious. Actually no, things are about to go completely off the rails. The front office signed Desmond Doss. The man is a soldier. Yes, you heard that right. A soldier. On a basketball court. With their service rifle in his gym bag and zero understanding of what a pick-and-roll is. The coach says it's a "bet on raw athleticism" but between us, I'm pretty sure he lost a poker bet. Desmond Doss had his first practice yesterday and asked if the free throw line was home plate. The teammates are dying laughing, the fans don't know whether to cry or applaud, and the GM was spotted updating his resume on LinkedIn. The budget? It's "here, take my credit card and go nuts." The owner is a damn billionaire who wants a championship ring the way other people want a yacht. Every position is doubled up, every role player is a former All-Star, and the bench is so deep that the twelfth man on this team would start for half the league. It's an armada, a war machine, and everyone in this building knows that if these guys don't win the title, it's a goddamn scandal.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
90-105 (L)
The game begins and Jalen Suggs is ready! You can see unreal swagger written all over his face!
Mark Kerr shanks it from the baseline! Slamming the mat canvas uses different muscles!
This who-is-this-guy player Jalen Suggs forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
Desmond Doss caught flat-footed! Standing still, the soldier reflexes took a nap!
Mark Kerr scores from the elbow! Perfect angle, the wrestler knows geometry!
Buzzer sounds, halftime! Jalen Suggs walks head down toward the tunnel. Anecdote: Jalen Suggs slipped on a banana peel during practice. The videos leaked. The internet never forgets. We're back at it. The crowd had time to reload at the snack bar.
Franz Wagner rises up angrily after the turnover! This solid pro spiraling!
Franz Wagner steps back but overcooks it! Ego the size of Texas showing up again!
Jalen Suggs, this solid build, uses the jab step to freeze the defender! Crafty!
Desmond Bane shoots but the legs won't cooperate! Occasional mental lapses catching up!
Desmond Bane fires away past the media. This respected competitor not in the mood to talk.
Desmond Bane hurls his water bottle at the wall. Mark Kerr flinches but doesn't react. My evening? I spent it holding back tears. Of joy? Of exhaustion? Both. We're wrapping up the mics. Up next: 'Chopped: Tupperware Lunch at the Office Edition.'
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
108-87 (W)
Mark Kerr checks in for the first play! Clocking in for the shift, let's work!
Desmond Doss, this smooth operator, showcases nerves of steel with a gorgeous floater!
Jalen Suggs a brilliant anticipation with authority! This smooth operator protecting the paint!
Mark Kerr with the skip pass! Skipping over the defense, pure wrestler vision!
Desmond Bane reads the defense perfectly! Eyes in the back of the head and a sky-high basketball IQ!
Halftime. Desmond Doss wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. Did you know? Desmond Doss has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. Second half! The crowd is on its feet, and so are the players.
Desmond Doss goes to work and delivers an alley-oop! Their service rifle by day, buckets by night!
Listen to that roar! Jalen Suggs dribbles and the place explodes!
Desmond Doss fights through the screen for the team! That soldier toughness right there!
This game belongs to Desmond Bane! This next-level player stamping authority from mid-range!
Jalen Suggs walks off the hardwood victorious! This total unknown owns this moment!
Desmond Bane and Desmond Doss do celebratory push-ups. Franz Wagner counts out loud. Definitely cheating. I got a text from Desmond Bane after the game. Just kidding. Nobody texts me. Alright, good evening! Now it's 'Love Is in the Parking Lot.' Romance guaranteed.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
113-86 (W)
Game time! Jalen Suggs and this rising star ready to put on a show at the hardwood!
A finger roll by Desmond Doss! The building is rocking! This established player takeover!
Franz Wagner with the denial defense! This guy with a proven track record not giving an inch!
This legit talent Desmond Bane with the behind-the-back dish! Highlight-reel pass!
Jalen Suggs identifies the soft spot in the zone! This dude out of nowhere surgical precision!
That's a cut. Desmond Doss stumbles slightly reaching the locker room. Little secret: Desmond Doss has a secret TikTok account with 12 followers. Posts cooking tutorials. Let's go. The arena rumbles, the players answer.
Desmond Bane, this solid pro, operates in transition with a hook shot! Clinic!
You can cut the tension with a knife! A roaring arena as Jalen Suggs steps up!
This established player Franz Wagner tips it to the teammate! Natural-born leadership on full display!
Two worlds collide: the front line and the damn ball, united by Desmond Doss!
Mark Kerr wraps up with a double-double! Double duty: the rosin bag and the basketball!
Franz Wagner mimes popping a champagne bottle. Mark Kerr mimes chugging straight from it. During halftime, I tried to interview the mascot. It ignored me. I'll recover eventually. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
105-113 (L)
Desmond Bane, this giant, announced to huge cheers! A roaring arena!
Desmond Bane launches but the shot rims out! Limited stamina rears its ugly head!
This guy nobody was talking about Jalen Suggs dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
Mark Kerr gets blown by! Even a wrestler couldn't stop that!
Desmond Bane, this long boy, uses strength and skill for a pull-up jumper! Complete player!
Halftime whistle. Mark Kerr has dried blood on his elbow but plays tough. Locker room anecdote: Mark Kerr talks to a sock called 'Assistant Coach.' We don't judge. The players are back. The court had time to dry, at least.
This seasoned vet Franz Wagner slaps the floor in anger! The frustration is palpable!
Desmond Bane, this giant, gets the separation but can't finish! Injury-prone body!
Franz Wagner launches with purpose every possession! This guy with a proven track record chess master!
Jalen Suggs attacks but can't sustain the effort! Tendency to rush emptying the tank!
Jalen Suggs had the chances but couldn't convert. This rising star left wanting.
Mark Kerr takes off his shoes and carries them like a ghost. Desmond Bane follows the same path. Tonight I learned Mark Kerr used to be a wrestler before basketball. Found out during a timeout. Threw me off completely. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
105-90 (W)
Desmond Doss attacks into position! This player on the come-up not wasting any time!
Mark Kerr nails an alley-oop with the ease of a wrestler who slams the mat canvas. Natural!
Desmond Doss boxes out! Making space, that's the soldier work ethic!
Desmond Bane lets fly and finds the trailer for a sky hook! Great awareness!
Desmond Bane slows the pace when the team needs it! This legit talent tempo control!
Break. The coach is yelling in the tunnel, Desmond Bane picks up the pace. Anecdote: Desmond Bane threw up before his first pro game. No more pre-game burgers ever since. Both teams emerge from the tunnel. The second half can begin.
A pull-up jumper by Desmond Bane at half court! An off-the-charts basketball IQ in every fiber!
Jalen Suggs, this combo guard, commands a cathedral silence! The arena belongs to this dark horse!
Mark Kerr, this solid build, boxes out for the teammate! This diamond in the rough doing the dirty work!
Remember this moment! Franz Wagner is making history with a bank shot!
Desmond Doss, this well-respected player, embraces the teammates! An ice-cold stare at the opposing bench! Sweet victory!
Desmond Doss makes a heart with his hands toward the camera. Franz Wagner makes a bigger heart. Desmond Bane makes a massive heart. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. Sleep tight! Coming up: 'Forensic Files: Who Finished the Milk Without Telling Anyone.'
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
114-109 (W)
Jalen Suggs crosses over with energy from the opening whistle! This dark horse locked in!
This seasoned vet Desmond Bane with the screen navigation! Gets through and contests!
Franz Wagner, this solid pro, pulls the trigger back to the basket but no luck!
This newcomer Jalen Suggs does it again! A floater with effortless precision!
Desmond Doss communicates the switch! Clear as a soldier's instructions!
Both teams head to the locker room. Desmond Bane wipes his forehead with his jersey. Anecdote: Desmond Bane once wore his jersey inside out for the entire first quarter. Nobody dared say anything. The players emerge from the tunnel. Stern faces, clenched fists.
Desmond Doss with the go-ahead euro-step! A soldier taking charge with their service rifle!
Desmond Bane blocks it and keeps it in play! Heads-up play, what awareness!
Jalen Suggs posts up in front of the home faithful! A Playoff atmosphere! Beautiful!
This solid pro Franz Wagner puts the dagger in! At the last second an alley-oop! It's over!
Jalen Suggs, this tweener, salutes the faithful! An ice-cold stare at the opposing bench! What a night!
Desmond Doss and Mark Kerr form a tunnel for Desmond Bane to crawl through. Too tall. Gets stuck. During the game, I got a text from my mom: 'Stop yelling, I can hear you from here.' She lives 120 miles away. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
110-106 (W)
Franz Wagner, this oversized freak, is introduced and the arena explodes! This seasoned vet is in the building!
Mark Kerr forces the shot-clock violation! Freakish explosiveness on full display!
Jalen Suggs fires a bucket along the baseline but can't connect! Ego the size of Texas showing!
Mark Kerr hits nothing but net! Pure as a wrestler's work with the rosin bag!
Desmond Doss, this swiss-army-knife type, exploits the mismatch at the buzzer! Smart play!
Break. The coach is yelling in the tunnel, Desmond Bane picks up the pace. They say Desmond Bane has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. The locker room empties, the court fills up. Act 2.
Desmond Bane with the clutch rebound! This guy with a proven track record fighting for every ball!
Mark Kerr with the huge crucial offensive board at the buzzer! This hungry young player says no!
Standing room only! Immense pressure as Jalen Suggs takes over back to the basket!
Desmond Bane wants the ball and delivers! A thunderous slam in the final quarter! Clutch gene!
This diamond in the rough Jalen Suggs led from start to finish! Comprehensive win!
Jalen Suggs throws chalk powder like LeBron. Franz Wagner coughs for two minutes straight. I spent this game nervously chewing gum. I'm on my seventh piece. See you soon. In the meantime: 'Wipeout: IKEA on a Saturday.' Worse than the actual obstacles.
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
107-109 (L)
This well-respected player Desmond Bane means business! Fast start driving to the hoop!
Desmond Bane, this guy with a proven track record, knifes through for a fadeaway jumper from way beyond the arc! Wow!
Mark Kerr gambles for the steal and pays the price! Tendency to force bad shots!
Desmond Doss misfires on the floater! Too much float, the soldier touch abandoned them!
This solid pro Desmond Bane draws the charge! Momentum swinging back to the basket!
The locker room fills up. Desmond Bane has already eaten three oranges. They say Desmond Bane has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. We're back! The coach drew stuff on the whiteboard, let's see if it works.
Mark Kerr fouls at the worst time! A wrestler tripping over the mat canvas!
Mark Kerr throws their hands up! Like a wrestler when the rosin bag breaks!
Franz Wagner, this colossus, sets the tone with nerves of steel! Leader!
Franz Wagner can't handle the pressure! This respected competitor folds at the jump ball!
Franz Wagner dishes to the tunnel in disappointment. This up-and-coming baller will learn from this.
Jalen Suggs lets out a nervous laugh that sends chills down your spine. Desmond Bane decides not to comment. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. Thanks everyone! Up next: 'Ice Road Truckers: Uber Eats Delivery on a Rainy Night.'
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
110-84 (W)
Desmond Doss, this player making noise, draws first blood! A layup to start!
Desmond Doss penetrates with the precision of a soldier at work. And it's a buzzer beater!
Desmond Doss, this solid pro, bodied up and forced the turnover! Physical defense!
Desmond Doss, this do-it-all player, drops the dime! Insane court vision passing on display!
Desmond Doss manages the clock! Time management of a soldier who never misses a deadline!
Break! Franz Wagner grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. Little scoop: Franz Wagner logs every game in a notebook. With stars and smiley faces. At that age. The players are back. Some look fresh, others... Not so much.
Desmond Bane attacks from the right corner and finishes with a half-court heave! Too good!
This dude putting the league on notice Desmond Bane gets the crowd into it! A packed arena at fever pitch!
Franz Wagner celebrates the team's success! This respected competitor knows together is better!
Desmond Bane is the protagonist tonight! This player making noise authoring a masterpiece!
Franz Wagner shoots in triumph! The final buzzer sounds! That's a W!
Mark Kerr and Jalen Suggs do the conga. Alone. On an empty court. Nobody joins in. My wife texted me: 'when are you coming home?' I said 'after the game.' That was two hours ago. Good evening! Coming up: 'Dancing with the Stars: My Cousin's Wedding Edition.' Open bar.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
87-119 (L)
This dude out of nowhere Jalen Suggs opens the scoring! A tear drop! Early advantage!
Desmond Bane, this seasoned vet, comes up empty! A sky hook off target at the top of the key!
Jalen Suggs tries to be too fancy and loses the pill! Occasional mental lapses in the decision-making!
Jalen Suggs falls asleep on the weak side! Heavy feet exposed!
Franz Wagner storms to the bench! This solid pro is visibly upset!
Break time. Franz Wagner bolts to the locker room without looking at anyone. Did you know? Franz Wagner has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. The players charge out of the tunnel. Smells like a comeback.
Desmond Bane, this 7-footer, wastes a golden chance with a wild scoop layup!
This established player Desmond Doss signals to the bench! Needs a blow! Tendency to force bad shots!
Mark Kerr turns it over on the inbound pass! A wrestler dropping the rosin bag at the worst time!
Mark Kerr drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a wrestler's spirit has limits!
Mark Kerr tips the cap to the winners! The wrestler's grace with the mat canvas!
Desmond Bane mutters while walking out. Mark Kerr watches from the corner of his eye, worried. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. See you soon. And now: '911: My Cat Climbed on Top of the Wardrobe.'
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
98-112 (L)
Tip-off! Franz Wagner gets us started! Let's go!
Mark Kerr can't convert the open shot! Slamming the mat canvas is way easier!
Jalen Suggs, this do-it-all player, gets stripped from downtown! Occasional mental lapses exposed!
Desmond Bane, this titan, fouls unnecessarily along the baseline! Hot head!
This name that's buzzing Desmond Bane punishes the defense with an alley-oop driving to the hoop!
Break. Jalen Suggs collapses on the locker room floor, arms spread wide. Locker room anecdote: Jalen Suggs talks to a sock called 'Assistant Coach.' We don't judge. Resumption imminent. The players wrap up their express warm-up.
Desmond Bane glares at the scoreboard! This next-level player not happy with the situation!
Desmond Doss sends it long! Too much power, not enough finesse from this soldier!
Mark Kerr spaces the floor! Making room out there like a wrestler clears the workspace!
Desmond Doss looks to the bench for relief! Relief like a soldier relieved of their service rifle!
Desmond Doss packs up and heads out! Packing their service rifle, unpacking emotions!
Franz Wagner takes a sip of water and spits it right back out. Mark Kerr doesn't drink. Throat too tight. Evening confession: I'm wearing Franz Wagner's jersey under my shirt. For morale. We're packing up. Time for the late-night feature: 'Unsolved Mysteries: Where Is My Left Sock.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
98-118 (L)
Franz Wagner takes the floor with that look in his eyes! He came to play tonight!
A layup by Jalen Suggs facing the rim is way off! Tough night for this hungry young player!
Mark Kerr with the lazy pass! Tendency to rush leading to easy points!
Desmond Bane, this oversized freak, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over injury-prone body!
This legit talent Franz Wagner with a cold-blooded alley-oop! No conscience!
Halftime! Desmond Bane checks his stats on the board and winces. Did you know Desmond Bane plays better when it's raining outside? Even indoors. Go figure. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Mark Kerr, this who-is-this-guy player, yells at the coaching staff! Shaky emotions under pressure causing friction!
Brick! Jalen Suggs misfires driving to the hoop! Lack of consistency at the worst time!
Mark Kerr, this guy nobody was talking about, times the cut perfectly! Backdoor for a finger roll!
This player nobody saw coming Mark Kerr stumbles! The fatigue is real after the 48 regulation minutes!
This league veteran Desmond Doss stares at the scoreboard. Not the outcome this league veteran wanted.
Jalen Suggs unclasps his chain and squeezes it in his fist. Mark Kerr runs a hand down his face. My wife texted me: 'when are you coming home?' I said 'after the game.' That was two hours ago. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
97-114 (L)
Jalen Suggs, this rising star, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
Desmond Doss misses the open look! This seasoned vet can't believe it! Occasional mental lapses!
This guy with a proven track record Desmond Doss gets pickpocketed in the paint! Sloppy handling!
This raw talent Jalen Suggs caught ball-watching! Backdoor cut for an easy score!
A layup from Mark Kerr! Another dagger! This raw talent closing the door!
Break. Franz Wagner collapses next to the vending machine. Did you know? Franz Wagner once signed an autograph for a referee. During the game. Mid free-throw. Tipoff! The ball bounces, the arena vibrates, we're back.
Desmond Doss stares in disbelief! The look of a soldier who just lost everything!
Desmond Doss goes 0 for the quarter! A soldier having a rough shift with their service rifle!
Jalen Suggs spins into the right spacing! Night-in night-out consistency and elite court awareness!
This legit talent Desmond Bane can barely get up the court! Fatigue setting in!
Mark Kerr gave it everything! Everything a wrestler has, left on the court!
Jalen Suggs's brow is furrowed, lips pressed thin. Desmond Doss breathes through his nose, hard, steady, trying to calm down. I tried taking notes during the game. My notebook is full of incomprehensible scribbles. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
96-122 (L)
This next-level player Desmond Bane catches the leather early and goes to work! Opening salvo!
Mark Kerr gets blocked! Rejected harder than a wrestler's worst day on the job!
Jalen Suggs pulls up into a trap! Tendency to force bad shots when reading the defense!
Mark Kerr beaten off the dribble! Quicker than the mat canvas slipping from a wrestler!
Jalen Suggs drains a half-court heave driving to the hoop! Textbook night-in night-out consistency!
Into the tunnel. Desmond Bane grabs a banana on the way and devours it. Confession: Desmond Bane believes the away locker room is haunted. Refuses to go in alone. The players come back running. Did someone set the locker room on fire?
Desmond Doss can't hide the frustration! Their service rifle frustration meets the damn ball frustration!
Desmond Bane misfires on the low block! Even this solid pro has off nights!
This next-level player Desmond Bane switches defensive assignments on the fly! Pure God-given talent!
Franz Wagner, this up-and-coming baller, is dragging! The this ball game minutes taking their toll!
This legit talent Franz Wagner leaves the palace of hoops with head held high. Fought to the end.
Desmond Doss takes off his shoes and carries them like a ghost. Mark Kerr follows the same path. Your commentator survived one game, four coffees, and a sandwich of questionable date. Thanks! And now, 'Neighbors from Hell: The Community Compost Bin Saga.' Episode 1 of 74.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
83-121 (L)
This guy with a proven track record Desmond Bane in the starting lineup! Let's see what this guy with a proven track record brings!
This total unknown Jalen Suggs muscles up a floater but can't get it to fall!
Desmond Doss explodes into a dead end in the paint! Turnover! Tendency to force bad shots!
Mark Kerr fouls trying to recover! Desperate as a wrestler chasing the mat canvas!
Desmond Bane explodes and kicks the stanchion! This legit talent losing composure!
Well-deserved break. Desmond Doss looks like someone who just ran a marathon. The staff told me Desmond Doss sings in the shower. Badly. Very badly. Jump ball to restart. Let the second half begin!
Desmond Doss, this legit talent, can't convert the fast break! Wasted opportunity!
Mark Kerr wipes sweat with the tall socks! Drenched, the wrestler has been putting in work!
Jalen Suggs, this all-around player, telegraphs the pass! Intercepted from way beyond the arc!
Franz Wagner, this mammoth, waves off the play call! Defense that's basically a suggestion hurting the team!
Jalen Suggs, this solid build, hangs the head. Tough loss despite nerves of steel effort.
Mark Kerr hurls his water bottle at the wall. Desmond Bane flinches but doesn't react. Behind the scenes, I learned Desmond Bane was also a wrestler in a past life. You can feel it in the game. See you at the next game. In the meantime: 'MasterClass: How to Fold a Fitted Sheet.' Gripping television.
My Team ends the season #9 with a 6W-9L record. Season MVP: Franz Wagner.
Season Journal
Holy shit, the arena is erupting and the game hasn't even started. There are 20,000 absolute maniacs on their feet chanting the name of a franchise with more scars than a retired boxer. Seasons of domination, seasons of total demolition, insane 3 AM trades, Draft picks that smelled like either genius or pure madness, nobody knew at the time, and honestly sometimes we still don't. But tonight, all of that is behind us. Tonight is the present, and the present reeks of adrenaline and revenge. The team with no name, baby!
Alright, let's not kid ourselves, if the arena is packed to the gills, it's because of THE phenomenon. This guy isn't just a basketball player, he's a walking cheat code on the hardwood: give it up for Franz Wagner! Picture this: standing at 203 cm, but he handles the rock with the agility of a 5'10" point guard and launches missiles from 30 feet like he's at shootaround. When he attacks the paint, it's simple, he's a freight train: either you get out of the way, or you end up on his poster doing the rounds on social media for a week straight.
You want to know the difference between a good player and a damn franchise player? It's the fourth quarter. When the legs are burning, when the lungs are begging for mercy, when the scoreboard is taunting you with a tight score, that's when he lights up. Like a diesel engine finally hitting its temperature. The first three quarters are the warm-up. The fourth quarter is his hunting ground. And the prey? It's the teams that thought they had a chance.
Attention, things are about to get serious. Actually no, things are about to go completely off the rails. The front office signed Desmond Doss. The man is a soldier. Yes, you heard that right. A soldier. On a basketball court. With their service rifle in his gym bag and zero understanding of what a pick-and-roll is. The coach says it's a "bet on raw athleticism" but between us, I'm pretty sure he lost a poker bet. Desmond Doss had his first practice yesterday and asked if the free throw line was home plate. The teammates are dying laughing, the fans don't know whether to cry or applaud, and the GM was spotted updating his resume on LinkedIn.
The budget? It's "here, take my credit card and go nuts." The owner is a damn billionaire who wants a championship ring the way other people want a yacht. Every position is doubled up, every role player is a former All-Star, and the bench is so deep that the twelfth man on this team would start for half the league. It's an armada, a war machine, and everyone in this building knows that if these guys don't win the title, it's a goddamn scandal.
My Team ends the season #9 with a 6W-9L record. Season MVP: Franz Wagner.
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