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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 2 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 4 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 6 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 7 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | New York Over-Timers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 9 | Houston Blast-Off | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 10 | Denver Horse-Track | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Phoenix No-Defense | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 12 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 14 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Miami Heart-Attack | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | My Team | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Kill the cameras, turn off your phones, and shut your mouths because what we're about to witness tonight only happens once in a generation. We're in the belly of an arena where the floor trembles under the bass, where the Jumbotron spits fire, where 20,000 lunatics are screaming their heads off before the tip-off even happens. The franchise walking onto this court isn't a basketball club, it's a war machine forged in the pain of defeat and the madness of impossible comebacks. Every player here has gladiator blood in his veins and an ego size of Texas. The team with no name, baby! Listen, I've watched hundreds of players come and go in my broadcasting career, but Dash Parr is something else entirely. He's the kind of player who makes you jump out of your chair and scream "OH SHIT" at your TV without even realizing it. The man is massive, a wingspan like a pterodactyl, and a killer instinct that even the coaches can't explain. This man feels the game. He knows where the ball is going to land before the shot even leaves the hand. He reads passes like he's reading minds. At this level, it's not basketball anymore, it's straight-up sorcery. 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 chef's surprise of the evening is Mickey Mouse. An amateur by profession. No, it's not a joke, it's an actual coaching staff decision. The GM nearly had a heart attack when he saw the signing, but the coach said: "Trust me, this guy can handle the game with surgical precision, imagine what he can do with a basketball." Spoiler: so far, not much. The man spent his first week confusing the free throw line with the sideline, and asked three times if tackling was allowed. But he's got a heart size of a watermelon, he runs around like an overexcited golden retriever, and damn it, the crowd absolutely loves him. Let's talk money. We'll keep it short because there ain't any. The budget is so low that the equipment manager also does the accounting, the post-game spread is leftover Domino's on discount, and the last free agent who toured the facility ran for the hills. But damn it, these guys don't care. They play with the fury of men who have everything to prove and nothing to lose. This is the most dangerous team in the league, not because they're good, but because they don't give a single damn about losing.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
74-118 (L)
This player nobody saw coming Baloo comes out aggressive! Opens with a free throw off the pick and roll!
Goofy with a rough pull-up jumper at half court! Occasional mental lapses at the worst time!
Goofy, this do-it-all player, gets stripped from way beyond the arc! Tendency to rush exposed!
Baloo, this swiss-army-knife type, lets the shooter get free from the left corner! Costly lapse!
This franchise guy Goofy slaps the floor in anger! The frustration is palpable!
Halftime. Dash Parr is holding his ribs walking toward the tunnel. Confession: Dash Parr tried yoga. Lasted two sessions before declaring it a combat sport. The hardwood awaits. Here we go for the second half.
Goofy fires a finger roll from the right corner but can't connect! Limited stamina showing!
James is spent! Used up like the trusting mark after a deceiver's long day!
Baloo passes to nobody! This hidden prospect with a head-scratching decision!
Baloo crosses over the towel! This dude out of nowhere showing tendency to force bad shots!
Mickey Mouse shoots to the tunnel in disappointment. This absolute legend will learn from this.
Baloo turns back to look at the court one last time. Dash Parr doesn't turn around. My evening? A microphone, cold coffee, and the greatest show on earth. What more could you ask for. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
79-124 (L)
Mickey Mouse dishes onto the floor! The crowd roars for this hall-of-fame lock!
Goofy clanks another one off the rim! This certified bucket needs to find rhythm!
James, this combo guard, fumbles the entry pass at the buzzer!
Dash Parr bites on the pump fake! This player nobody saw coming sent flying in transition!
James mouths off and picks up a T! Tendency to force bad shots taking over!
That's a cut. Dash Parr stumbles slightly reaching the locker room. Rumor has it Dash Parr does 100 push-ups before every game. Or 10. Depends who you ask. We pick up right where we left off. Time to play.
James attacks the Wilson into the front rim! That's frustrating for this diamond in the rough!
This who-is-this-guy player Dash Parr calls for a sub! Can't go anymore! Limited stamina taking its toll!
Dash Parr loses the Wilson! A student would never be this careless!
Dash Parr storms to the bench! This raw talent is visibly upset!
Dash Parr sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a student after their bare hands broke!
Baloo is the last one off the court, shoulders hunched. Dash Parr waits at the tunnel entrance. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. Good evening! Up next: 'Fixer Upper: Renovating a Studio on a Twelve-Dollar Budget.' Challenge accepted.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
82-126 (L)
This potential breakout star James gets the crowd going early! The energy is building!
Goofy fires away but the shot rims out! Hot head rears its ugly head!
Dash Parr trips up in beyond the arc! A student never trips at work... Right?
Baloo turns the head and loses the man! This potential breakout star napping defensively!
Baloo, this combo guard, shows negative body language! Hot head creeping in!
Back to the locker room. Goofy punches his locker. Rumor has it Goofy tried to recruit the pizza delivery guy for the team. The guy was 6'9". Break's over, the players take their positions.
Mickey Mouse posts up and fires but misses everything! Heavy feet tonight!
Mickey Mouse, this swiss-army-knife type, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
Baloo posts up the damn ball right to the defense! Costly mistake by this raw talent!
Dash Parr stares in disbelief! The look of a student who just lost everything!
Baloo, this versatile guy, hangs the head. Tough loss despite an off-the-charts basketball IQ effort.
Goofy shakes Mickey Mouse's hand in silence. Not a word. Just a look that says it all. Evening confession: I'm wearing Goofy's jersey under my shirt. For morale. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
90-135 (L)
And we're underway! Baloo touches the ball first! This guy nobody was talking about looks eager!
James with a wild attempt! This player nobody saw coming not finding the range tonight!
Goofy coughs up the orange! Sometimes predictable game strikes again off the pick and roll!
Mickey Mouse gets crossed over! This living legend left frozen off the pick and roll!
This undisputed superstar Mickey Mouse gets into it with the opponent! Tempers flaring!
Break! James heads straight to the bathroom moment he hits the locker room. Fun fact: James tried to patent a celebration after a three-pointer. The application was rejected. Play resumes. The DJ drops a beat to hype up the crowd.
A hook shot from Baloo hits the iron! Ego the size of Texas under the spotlight!
James stumbles on the play! Stumbling like a deceiver over the trusting mark!
This rising star James commits the offensive foul! Turnover on the low block!
Baloo blows past away from the huddle! This newcomer in a dark place mentally!
James tips the cap to the winners! The deceiver's grace with the trusting mark!
Baloo clenches his left fist, unclenches, clenches again. Mickey Mouse fidgets with his wristband nervously. Meanwhile, your favorite commentator spilled coffee on the mixing board. Twice. Alright, good evening! Now it's 'Love Is in the Parking Lot.' Romance guaranteed.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
76-120 (L)
Baloo takes the floor with that look in his eyes! He came to play tonight!
This basketball god Mickey Mouse whiffs on a tear drop! The crowd groans!
Baloo, this do-it-all player, gets the ball poked away! Occasional mental lapses when protecting the basketball!
Mickey Mouse falls asleep on the weak side! Tendency to rush exposed!
Mickey Mouse mutters to himself walking back! This hall-of-fame lock fighting inner demons!
Break! Dash Parr grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. Anecdote of the day: Dash Parr forgot his shorts on the last road trip. Played in borrowed shorts two sizes too big. Both teams retake the hardwood. Everything is still up for grabs.
Brick! Mickey Mouse misfires from the right corner! Heavy feet at the worst time!
Dash Parr looks to the bench for relief! Relief like a student relieved of their bare hands!
Dash Parr with the travel! Footwork confusion worthy of a lost student!
This established star Goofy shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
This unknown gem James leaves the floor with head held high. Fought to the end.
Mickey Mouse looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. Dash Parr looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. Fun fact: my driver has been waiting in the parking lot for an hour. He's sent me 14 messages. Sleep tight! Coming up: 'Forensic Files: Who Finished the Milk Without Telling Anyone.'
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
82-126 (L)
Dash Parr, this solid build, sets the tone immediately! Natural-born leadership from the jump!
A buzzer beater by James facing the rim is way off! Tough night for this who-is-this-guy player!
James coughs it up! A deceiver's grip doesn't work on the Wilson!
James left in the dust! Even a deceiver moves faster than that!
This absolute legend Mickey Mouse can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
Rest. James buries his head in a wet towel and doesn't move. They say James has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. Both teams return with fresh instructions from the coach.
A step-back three attempt by Mickey Mouse falls short! Hot head in the legs!
Mickey Mouse, this living legend, making mistakes from exhaustion! The body is failing!
Baloo with a wild pass that sails out! This player nobody saw coming giving it away!
Baloo gets a technical for complaining! Occasional mental lapses on full display!
James leaves the hardwood quietly! Quiet as a deceiver after the trusting mark setback!
Baloo stares at the floor while Goofy mutters something inaudible under his breath. I spent the evening looking for a stat that couldn't be found. It didn't exist. I made one up. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
79-123 (L)
James locks eyes with the opponent! The stare of a deceiver who means business!
This potential GOAT Mickey Mouse muscles up a half-court heave but can't get it to fall!
Goofy, this do-it-all player, telegraphs the pass! Intercepted at the top of the key!
Mickey Mouse gets caught flat-footed! This guy with rings on every finger beaten to the spot!
James, this smooth operator, sits down hard on the bench! Heavy feet written all over his face!
The locker room fills up. James has already eaten three oranges. Intel: James asked Toronto Border-Patrol for their energy drink recipe. They refused. Tipoff! The ref blows the whistle, the ball is in the air.
That one wasn't even close, James! Stick to deceiving the trusting mark!
James tanks the play from tiredness! Tanked like a deceiver's energy for the trusting mark!
This newcomer Dash Parr with turnover number lengths ahead! Heavy feet is piling up!
Dash Parr storms to the bench! Heated! This student doesn't handle losing well!
Dash Parr walks the tunnel in silence! Done for the night, back to student life tomorrow!
Mickey Mouse rips off his headband and throws it on the ground. Dash Parr picks up his own and folds it carefully. 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 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
74-119 (L)
This franchise guy Goofy in the starting lineup! Let's see what this franchise guy brings!
A catch-and-shoot triple from Mickey Mouse sails wide! This guy with rings on every finger needs to regroup!
Baloo throws it away! Sometimes predictable game under pressure along the baseline!
Baloo gets burned on the drive! Ego the size of Texas in lateral movement!
Dash Parr kicks the air! The frustration of a student who knows they can do better!
Halftime whistle. Mickey Mouse flops into the first available chair. They say Mickey Mouse has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. And we're off! The energy in the arena just went up a notch.
James fires a brick from way beyond the arc! Way off, even for a deceiver!
Goofy is visibly tired! This certified bucket needs a timeout badly!
Dash Parr throws it away! A pass worse than a student tossing the game!
Mickey Mouse picks up the second technical! This global icon ejected! Ego the size of Texas!
This bonafide star Goofy congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this bonafide star.
Goofy presses his forehead against the tunnel glass. Baloo walks right past without noticing. On my end, the AC in the booth broke down. I sweated more than Baloo. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
82-127 (L)
Dash Parr announces themselves! The student has arrived and the building knows it!
James rattles it out! Shaking the venue with their forged papers intensity!
Mickey Mouse loses the Wilson in traffic! This generational talent can't afford that!
This newcomer James picks up the cheap foul! Limited stamina showing!
Dash Parr tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the student will bounce back!
Halftime. James throws his towel on the floor walking in. Intel: James refuses to play if the ball isn't inflated to exactly 8 PSI. Not 7.9, not 8.1. Eight. The players are back. The court had time to dry, at least.
James misses the free throw! Deceiving the trusting mark under pressure is easier!
This raw talent Baloo is a warrior but the body says no! The allotted time of war!
This undisputed superstar Mickey Mouse gets pickpocketed from mid-range! Sloppy handling!
Baloo, this combo guard, waves off the play call! Shaky emotions under pressure hurting the team!
James refuses to make excuses! A deceiver owns the trusting mark failures too!
Mickey Mouse mutters while walking out. Goofy watches from the corner of his eye, worried. I spent the evening standing up and sitting down every thirty seconds. My Fitbit is congratulating me. Thanks for the game! And now, tonight's feature film: 'Fast and Furious 47: The Quest for a Parking Spot.'
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
79-124 (L)
Baloo, this tweener, takes the court! The electric crowd is electric!
Dash Parr misses the layup! Even the game would have gone in easier!
Mickey Mouse tries to be too fancy and loses the Wilson! Hot head in the decision-making!
This first-ballot legend Mickey Mouse bites on the fake! Beaten back to the basket!
James looks to the heavens! A deceiver praying for their forged papers to work!
Off to the locker room. James has already drained two water bottles. Locker room anecdote: James talks to a sock called 'Assistant Coach.' We don't judge. Play resumes! The coach set a few things straight in the locker room.
James just barely misses! Close as a deceiver getting the trusting mark almost right!
Goofy shoots sluggishly! Defense that's basically a suggestion catching up with this franchise guy!
Goofy lets fly into a trap! Defense that's basically a suggestion when reading the defense!
Goofy can't mask the disappointment! This reliable star wearing it on the sleeve!
James fought but fell short! Just out of reach, the deceiver gave everything!
James takes a sip of water and spits it right back out. Mickey Mouse doesn't drink. Throat too tight. Tonight I nearly had a heart attack at least four times. And I'm just the commentator. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
79-124 (L)
Tip-off! Mickey Mouse gets us started! Let's go!
Baloo, this smooth operator, wastes a golden chance with a wild step-back three!
Baloo charges right into the defender! Turnover! Tendency to force bad shots when controlling pace!
James, this versatile guy, gets blown by on the perimeter! Limited stamina in the legs!
Dash Parr throws their hands up! Like a student when their bare hands breaks!
That's a wrap for now. Mickey Mouse dives into the tunnel. Locker room intel: Mickey Mouse has a tattoo of a basketball hoop on his butt. That's commitment. The players emerge from the tunnel. Stern faces, clenched fists.
This dark horse Dash Parr misses the mark! A devastating dunk goes begging driving to the hoop!
Mickey Mouse misses from fatigue! This guy with rings on every finger can't get the elevation under the basket!
Dash Parr crosses over into a dead end at half court! Turnover! Occasional mental lapses!
This top-tier talent Goofy fouls hard out of frustration! Hot head showing!
Mickey Mouse walks off in silence. This undisputed superstar gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Mickey Mouse mutters 'damn' under his breath. Dash Parr says 'yeah' in the same tone. I tried to take a selfie with the court in the background. My thumb is over the lens. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
79-124 (L)
Dash Parr, this do-it-all player, announced to huge cheers! Immense pressure!
Baloo rises up the orange into nothing! Defense that's basically a suggestion on full display tonight!
This undisputed superstar Mickey Mouse with a careless turnover! Gift-wrapped for the opponent!
This global icon Mickey Mouse fouls reaching in! Injury-prone body on defense!
Baloo, this surprise package, yells at the coaching staff! Heavy feet causing friction!
Heading in. Dash Parr's eyes are bloodshot from sheer effort. Little secret: Dash Parr listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. We pick up right where we left off. Time to play.
Goofy rises up but overcooks it! Limited stamina showing up again!
Dash Parr cramps up! Muscles tight from their bare hands and the basketball double duty!
James throws it out of bounds! Like launching their forged papers into the void!
Dash Parr slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a student hits the workbench!
James walks off in defeat! Even a deceiver's skills couldn't save tonight!
Goofy walks head down toward the tunnel. Dash Parr drags his feet behind, shoulders slumped. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. That's a wrap! And now, 'The Price Is Right: Why Nobody Answers the Phone Anymore.'
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
84-129 (L)
James begins their shift on the palace of hoops! A deceiver starting the their forged papers shift!
Mickey Mouse, this versatile guy, can't finish at the buzzer! That one stings!
James botches the handoff! Even their forged papers exchanges go smoother!
Baloo overcommits and gets beat! Tendency to force bad shots when reading the play!
This diamond in the rough Dash Parr stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
Rest. Baloo buries his head in a wet towel and doesn't move. Anecdote: Baloo threw up before his first pro game. No more pre-game burgers ever since. Both teams retake the floor. The best may be yet to come.
Baloo, this all-around player, gets the look facing the rim but the lid's on the rim!
James is out on their feet! Running on fumes and pure deceiver stubbornness!
Turnover by Dash Parr! Competing the game requires less coordination, clearly!
Mickey Mouse steps back angrily after the turnover! This all-time great spiraling!
Dash Parr crosses over past the media. This newcomer not in the mood to talk.
Goofy has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Mickey Mouse has aged ten years in forty minutes. Your commentator survived one game, four coffees, and a sandwich of questionable date. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
88-132 (L)
Baloo, this versatile guy, is introduced and the arena explodes! This raw talent is in the building!
Baloo, this guy nobody was talking about, sends the orange wide! The touch is off tonight!
Dash Parr with the lazy pass! Ego the size of Texas leading to easy points!
Baloo scrambles but can't close out! Open look given up! Hot head!
Mickey Mouse, this all-time great, refuses to high-five! Hot head hurting the chemistry!
The locker room fills up. Goofy has already eaten three oranges. Little secret: Goofy has a secret TikTok account with 12 followers. Posts cooking tutorials. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
Baloo, this rising star, pulls the trigger along the baseline but no luck!
This elite player Goofy can barely get up the court! Fatigue setting in!
This player nobody saw coming Baloo forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
Dash Parr shakes their head! A student who can't believe that just happened!
Mickey Mouse, this absolute legend, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Mickey Mouse sighs so loudly that the reporters hear it. Dash Parr winces. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'What Would You Do: People Who Say Hello in the Elevator.' Exposing the truth.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
78-122 (L)
The game begins and Goofy is ready! You can see nerves of steel written all over his face!
James bobbles and misses! Fumbling the rock like it's a Monday morning!
This top-tier talent Goofy loses concentration and the pill with it!
Goofy lunges the wrong direction! Fake had this bonafide star fooled!
James can't hide the frustration! Their forged papers frustration meets the pill frustration!
Halftime whistle. Goofy flops into the first available chair. Staff confession: Goofy is afraid of pigeons. Not 7-foot centers, no. Pigeons. Here we go again. The players have changed jerseys.
A tear drop from Mickey Mouse goes in and out! Heartbreaking from the right corner!
Dash Parr wipes sweat with the captain armband! Drenched, the student has been putting in work!
This certified GOAT candidate Mickey Mouse dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
James drops the head after another miss! Injury-prone body sapping the confidence!
Baloo, this dude out of nowhere, takes the loss hard. Lack of consistency at the wrong moments.
Goofy's brow is furrowed, lips pressed thin. Baloo breathes through his nose, hard, steady, trying to calm down. On my end, I discovered the arena's coffee machine was broken. The game nearly went uncommentated. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Dash Parr.
Season Journal
Kill the cameras, turn off your phones, and shut your mouths because what we're about to witness tonight only happens once in a generation. We're in the belly of an arena where the floor trembles under the bass, where the Jumbotron spits fire, where 20,000 lunatics are screaming their heads off before the tip-off even happens. The franchise walking onto this court isn't a basketball club, it's a war machine forged in the pain of defeat and the madness of impossible comebacks. Every player here has gladiator blood in his veins and an ego size of Texas. The team with no name, baby!
Listen, I've watched hundreds of players come and go in my broadcasting career, but Dash Parr is something else entirely. He's the kind of player who makes you jump out of your chair and scream "OH SHIT" at your TV without even realizing it. The man is massive, a wingspan like a pterodactyl, and a killer instinct that even the coaches can't explain. This man feels the game. He knows where the ball is going to land before the shot even leaves the hand. He reads passes like he's reading minds. At this level, it's not basketball anymore, it's straight-up sorcery.
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 chef's surprise of the evening is Mickey Mouse. An amateur by profession. No, it's not a joke, it's an actual coaching staff decision. The GM nearly had a heart attack when he saw the signing, but the coach said: "Trust me, this guy can handle the game with surgical precision, imagine what he can do with a basketball." Spoiler: so far, not much. The man spent his first week confusing the free throw line with the sideline, and asked three times if tackling was allowed. But he's got a heart size of a watermelon, he runs around like an overexcited golden retriever, and damn it, the crowd absolutely loves him.
Let's talk money. We'll keep it short because there ain't any. The budget is so low that the equipment manager also does the accounting, the post-game spread is leftover Domino's on discount, and the last free agent who toured the facility ran for the hills. But damn it, these guys don't care. They play with the fury of men who have everything to prove and nothing to lose. This is the most dangerous team in the league, not because they're good, but because they don't give a single damn about losing.
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Dash Parr.
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