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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 15 | 0 | 30 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 4 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Denver Horse-Track | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | New York Over-Timers | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 11 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 12 | Phoenix No-Defense | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 13 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 15 | Miami Heart-Attack | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | My Team | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Alright, sit your ass down for two minutes because tonight we're not messing around, we're diving headfirst into a sold-out arena that smells like rubber and sweat, with 20,000 fans ready to lose their damn voices. We're about to relive the saga of a franchise that's seen it all: the glory years when they bulldozed the league, the dark ages when nothing went in, and the Draft-night strokes of genius that brought them back to the summit. This ain't just basketball, this is American legend carried by physical freaks who aren't here to play nice, they're here to carve their names into NBA history with psycho stat lines and rim-rattling dunks that shake the whole damn building. The team with no name, baby! Okay, let's talk about the boss. Because on this team, there's one alpha, and everybody knows it. Leonid Stadnyk. Standing at 257 cm, a body built for basketball, and a basketball IQ that borders on indecent. When this man catches the rock, defenders back up instinctively, it's a survival reflex. And they're right, because this guy can punish you from everywhere: from three, in the post, in transition, from the free throw line with his eyes closed. He's a damn 6'8" Swiss Army knife and he cuts in every direction. And the most terrifying thing about him? It's not the stats, it's not the size, it's the calm. You know that moment where the arena is on its feet, the clock is ticking down the final seconds, sweat is pouring... And he's just chewing his gum like he's waiting for the bus? Then he loads up. And drains it. Stone cold. In front of 20,000 people on the verge of cardiac arrest. That's what a franchise player is: the guy who carries everyone on his shoulders and still makes it look easy. Okay, this is either pure genius or a complete mental breakdown, I honestly can't tell yet. The wild card, the stroke of brilliance or insanity depending on how many beers you've had, is that the coach decided to pull a move never before seen in league history: he signed Sultan Kösen, his brother-in-law and a farmer by trade, on a ten-day contract. The guy showed up to the bench wearing a bucket hat, carrying seed dibber and a cooler, surrounded by 7-foot giants who weigh three times as much. Apparently the coach's theory is that if Sultan Kösen can place a basketball with the same precision he uses for stubborn soil to "bullseye" the opposing center's head, we've got the play of the century. So far, the guy's biggest achievement is attempting a three-pointer with an underhand toss and asking the ref where the jack ball was. It's absolute madness, the fans are split between hysterical laughter and total despair, but one thing's for sure: no one's ever seen a timeout with such a strong smell of beef jerky and cheap beer on the bench. 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
75-119 (L)
The game begins and Leonid Stadnyk is ready! You can see unreal swagger written all over his face!
John Rankin Rogers dribbles the damn ball awkwardly! The touch just isn't there for this hungry young player!
Sultan Kösen with a wild pass that sails out! This headliner giving it away!
Sultan Kösen beaten to the spot! Slower than a farmer on a Monday morning!
Leonid Stadnyk picks up the second technical! This legit talent ejected! Defense that's basically a suggestion!
Back to the locker room. John Rankin Rogers's shorts are torn but he couldn't care less. Rumor has it John Rankin Rogers talks to his basketball in the locker room. Nobody dares say it's weird. The players are back. Some look fresh, others... Not so much.
This hungry young player John Rankin Rogers shanks a free throw in the paint! That's uncharacteristic!
John Rankin Rogers asks for the ball to slow the pace! This potential breakout star needs air!
Sultan Kösen with the errant pass! This headliner needs to settle down!
John Rankin Rogers drives and kicks the stanchion! This dark horse losing composure!
This headliner Sultan Kösen congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this headliner.
John Rankin Rogers pulls his cap down over his eyes. Robert Wadlow doesn't have a cap, and it shows. My evening? I spent it holding back tears. Of joy? Of exhaustion? Both. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
87-131 (L)
John Rankin Rogers gets the starting nod! A politician starting with their campaign podium confidence!
Sultan Kösen forces a bad hook shot! This world-class player needs to trust teammates!
Leonid Stadnyk, this big fella, telegraphs the pass! Intercepted from way beyond the arc!
Leonid Stadnyk lunges the wrong direction! Fake had this well-respected player fooled!
Leonid Stadnyk tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the combat surgeon will bounce back!
The locker room. Leonid Stadnyk sprawls out full-length on the bench. Physio's confession: Leonid Stadnyk purrs when you massage his calves. Like a cat. A big cat. We're off again! The crowd chants the team's name.
Leonid Stadnyk with the off-balance step-back three! This dude putting the league on notice couldn't set the feet!
Leonid Stadnyk shoots sluggishly! Tendency to rush catching up with this league veteran!
John Rankin Rogers double-dribbles! Shaping the public policy doesn't have that rule!
This reliable star Sultan Kösen slaps the floor in anger! The frustration is palpable!
Sultan Kösen leaves the court with dignity! The dignity of a farmer with the seed dibber!
Sultan Kösen pulls his cap down over his eyes. John Rankin Rogers doesn't have a cap, and it shows. Evening confession: I'm wearing Sultan Kösen's jersey under my shirt. For morale. We're out. Up next: 'Say Yes to the Dress: Budget Three Fifty, Theme: Elastic.' Good luck.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
82-126 (L)
Sultan Kösen, this absolute unit, announced to huge cheers! A Finals-like atmosphere!
Sultan Kösen misses the free throw! Cultivating the stubborn soil under pressure is easier!
Robert Wadlow loses the ball in traffic! This multi-time All-Star can't afford that!
Sultan Kösen watches helplessly! A farmer watching the stubborn soil fall off the shelf!
Sultan Kösen vents at their teammates! The farmer who vents about the stubborn soil!
Both teams head to the locker room. Robert Wadlow wipes his forehead with his jersey. Bus driver's confession: Robert Wadlow raps gibberish during road trips. Loudly. Both teams return with fresh instructions from the coach.
Leonid Stadnyk shoots an air ball in wild stands! A combat surgeon lost in the noise!
Leonid Stadnyk powers through! The combat surgeon in them won't quit on the game!
Robert Wadlow coughs it up! A circus performer's grip doesn't work on the rock!
Leonid Stadnyk storms to the bench! Heated! This combat surgeon doesn't handle losing well!
Leonid Stadnyk launches past the media. This legit talent not in the mood to talk.
Sultan Kösen sits on the bench, staring into nothing. Leonid Stadnyk has his head in his hands. Yours truly held it together all evening without a bathroom break. That's professionalism. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
73-118 (L)
John Rankin Rogers, this total unknown, draws first blood! A deep three to start!
John Rankin Rogers misses the runner! Stick to the day job, buddy!
Robert Wadlow botches the handoff! Even their bare hands exchanges go smoother!
This headliner Sultan Kösen gives up the offensive rebound! Sometimes predictable game when boxing out!
John Rankin Rogers posts up the towel! This player nobody saw coming showing hot head!
Into the tunnel. John Rankin Rogers grabs a banana on the way and devours it. They say John Rankin Rogers has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. Let's go. The arena rumbles, the players answer.
A free throw from Sultan Kösen catches the back rim and pops out! So close!
Robert Wadlow stumbles on the play! Stumbling like a circus performer over the game!
Leonid Stadnyk loses the ball! A combat surgeon would never be this careless!
Sultan Kösen glares at the pill! Like it personally betrayed this farmer!
Sultan Kösen had the chances but couldn't convert. This certified bucket left wanting.
Robert Wadlow takes off his shoes and carries them like a ghost. John Rankin Rogers follows the same path. During the game, my colleague ordered sushi. It arrived at the final buzzer. Perfect timing. Until next time! Up next: 'Kitchen Nightmares: Corporate Cafeteria.' This is gonna be good.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
83-128 (L)
John Rankin Rogers wins the opening tip! Tipping off with politician energy!
Leonid Stadnyk misses the open look! A combat surgeon never misses the game... But misses the Wilson!
John Rankin Rogers pulls up into a dead end at the buzzer! Turnover! Lack of consistency!
Leonid Stadnyk left in the dust! Even a combat surgeon moves faster than that!
Sultan Kösen mutters to himself walking back! This bonafide star fighting inner demons!
Break. Sultan Kösen's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. I've been told Sultan Kösen always puts his left shoe on first. The one day he switched, gave up 40 points. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Sultan Kösen lets fly but the shot rims out! Tendency to force bad shots rears its ugly head!
This top-tier talent Sultan Kösen can barely jump! The springs are gone from mid-range!
Turnover by Robert Wadlow! Competing the game requires less coordination, clearly!
Sultan Kösen, this All-Star caliber talent, yells at the coaching staff! Heavy feet causing friction!
Leonid Stadnyk shakes hands through the pain! A combat surgeon who respects their bare hands and the game!
Leonid Stadnyk hurls his water bottle at the wall. Robert Wadlow flinches but doesn't react. While you were watching the game, I was desperately searching for my pen. Still haven't found it. We're done here. Up next: 'Top Chef: Microwave Edition.' Bon appetit.
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
76-120 (L)
Sultan Kösen takes the floor with that look in his eyes! He came to play tonight!
This headliner Robert Wadlow whiffs on an off-balance shot! The crowd groans!
Sultan Kösen takes off carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
Robert Wadlow beaten off the dribble! Quicker than the game slipping from a circus performer!
This multi-time All-Star Robert Wadlow can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
The players disappear. Sultan Kösen has a makeshift neck brace out of a towel. Exclusive: Sultan Kösen was caught reading a philosophy book on the bench. It was Nietzsche. Jump ball to restart. Let the second half begin!
Leonid Stadnyk can't convert the open shot! Competing the game is way easier!
Sultan Kösen bends over during the dead ball! This bonafide star gathering what's left!
This solid pro Leonid Stadnyk forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
John Rankin Rogers mouths off at with seconds left on the clock! A politician venting about the public policy!
Leonid Stadnyk walks off in defeat! Even a combat surgeon's skills couldn't save tonight!
Leonid Stadnyk mutters while walking out. John Rankin Rogers watches from the corner of his eye, worried. Confession: I nearly fell asleep during the second quarter. The third woke me right up. We're packing up. Time for the late-night feature: 'Unsolved Mysteries: Where Is My Left Sock.'
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
82-127 (L)
John Rankin Rogers checks in for the first play! Clocking in for the shift, let's work!
John Rankin Rogers gets blocked! Rejected harder than a politician's worst day on the job!
John Rankin Rogers blows past the rock right to the defense! Costly mistake by this surprise package!
Leonid Stadnyk gets screened out! Stuck behind their bare hands like it's a wall!
Robert Wadlow mouths off and picks up a T! Defense that's basically a suggestion taking over!
Halftime! Leonid Stadnyk looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Juicy anecdote: Leonid Stadnyk was caught dancing the Macarena in the showers. Alone. Act two! The bench players are fired up, the starters too.
This potential breakout star John Rankin Rogers short-arms a bank shot from the right corner! Not enough lift!
This max-contract guy Robert Wadlow calls for a sub! Can't go anymore! Tendency to rush taking its toll!
Leonid Stadnyk turns it over in the restricted area! Butterfingers from this combat surgeon!
Robert Wadlow can't hide the frustration! Their bare hands frustration meets the pill frustration!
Sultan Kösen sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a farmer after the seed dibber broke!
Leonid Stadnyk kicks his towel across the floor. Sultan Kösen has already left for the locker room, alone. I tried taking notes during the game. My notebook is full of incomprehensible scribbles. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
74-119 (L)
Leonid Stadnyk, this towering presence, takes the court! The incredible energy is electric!
Sultan Kösen explodes the pill but it won't fall! Cold streak continues!
Sloppy handling by John Rankin Rogers! Shaping the public policy is done with more finesse!
Sultan Kösen fouls trying to recover! Desperate as a farmer chasing the stubborn soil!
Robert Wadlow shakes their head! A circus performer who can't believe that just happened!
Both teams head in. Leonid Stadnyk has a red mark on his cheek from an elbow. Rumor has it Leonid Stadnyk has been wearing the same lucky underwear for three seasons. The medical staff is concerned. Back in action! The coach got the message across.
John Rankin Rogers misses! Even a politician can't fix that shot!
Robert Wadlow is out on their feet! Running on fumes and pure circus performer stubbornness!
Sultan Kösen with the backcourt violation! This headliner under too much pressure!
This jersey-selling name Robert Wadlow gets into it with the opponent! Tempers flaring!
This elite player Robert Wadlow tips the hat to the winner. Respect despite the pain.
Leonid Stadnyk unclasps his chain and squeezes it in his fist. Sultan Kösen runs a hand down his face. Tonight I nearly had a heart attack at least four times. And I'm just the commentator. See you soon. Coming up: 'Extreme Couponing: Family of Eight at Walmart.' Double episode.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
84-128 (L)
John Rankin Rogers opens with a tear drop! This dude out of nowhere making an early statement!
John Rankin Rogers with the ugly miss! The politician touch is absent tonight!
Robert Wadlow coughs up the Spalding! Shaky emotions under pressure strikes again from mid-range!
Robert Wadlow loses their assignment! Like losing their bare hands in the workshop!
Leonid Stadnyk is visibly upset! Upset as a combat surgeon when the game goes sideways!
Halftime whistle. Leonid Stadnyk flops into the first available chair. Bus driver's confession: Leonid Stadnyk raps gibberish during road trips. Loudly. The show goes on. Players take position. Silence. Whistle.
Robert Wadlow shoots short! Not enough juice! Even a circus performer would cringe!
Leonid Stadnyk struggles in the final quarter! The combat surgeon hitting the wall with the game!
Intercepted! Sultan Kösen's pass snatched right out of the air! A farmer would never be that careless!
Robert Wadlow glares at the scoreboard! This big-name player not happy with the situation!
Sultan Kösen crosses over to the tunnel in disappointment. This top-tier talent will learn from this.
Robert Wadlow whispers 'this can't be real' under his breath. John Rankin Rogers nods without conviction. Evening confession: I'm wearing Robert Wadlow'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 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
81-125 (L)
This certified bucket Robert Wadlow catches the rock early and goes to work! Opening salvo!
Leonid Stadnyk, this established player, with the shot-clock heave! No good from mid-range!
This dude putting the league on notice Leonid Stadnyk loses concentration and the orange with it!
Robert Wadlow gives up the easy bucket! Easier than competing the game!
Sultan Kösen walks away muttering! Muttering about the stubborn soil under their breath!
Halftime. Robert Wadlow wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. The staff told me Robert Wadlow sings in the shower. Badly. Very badly. On to the next chapter. The court is just waiting for the ball.
Robert Wadlow skips it off the rim! The game has better hop than that!
John Rankin Rogers, this raw talent, with the tired turnover! Legs and mind fatigued!
Robert Wadlow with the careless pass! Competing the game with more care, please!
This max-contract guy Sultan Kösen fouls hard out of frustration! Tendency to force bad shots showing!
Sultan Kösen, this established star, takes the loss hard. Shaky emotions under pressure at the wrong moments.
Sultan Kösen chews his nails on the bench. John Rankin Rogers stares at his shoes like they're the source of the problem. Confession: I nearly fell asleep during the second quarter. The third woke me right up. That's a wrap! And now, the network's masterpiece: 'My Cat, My Battle.' Don't miss the finale.
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
77-122 (L)
Robert Wadlow looks dialed in from the start! Natural-born leadership preparation showing!
This solid pro Leonid Stadnyk rattles it out! So close yet so far from the left corner!
Stolen from Sultan Kösen! A farmer who let it slip through their fingers!
This dark horse John Rankin Rogers fouls reaching in! Tendency to rush on defense!
Sultan Kösen buries their face! Hidden from view, the farmer can't watch!
Halftime! Sultan Kösen has the hardwood pattern imprinted on his elbow. True story: Sultan Kösen walked into the wrong locker room during his first game against New York Over-Timers. Awkward. Second half! The crowd is on its feet, and so are the players.
Leonid Stadnyk misses from the corner! From the left corner is no place for their bare hands!
Robert Wadlow, this beanpole, with tired legs driving to the hoop! Lack of consistency slowing this max-contract guy down!
Robert Wadlow gets picked! A circus performer getting the game stolen in broad daylight!
Sultan Kösen rises up angrily after the turnover! This All-Star caliber talent spiraling!
Robert Wadlow looks at the scoreboard one last time! Numbers don't lie for a circus performer!
Robert Wadlow whispers 'this can't be real' under his breath. John Rankin Rogers nods without conviction. On my end, the AC in the booth broke down. I sweated more than John Rankin Rogers. See you soon. In the meantime: 'Wipeout: IKEA on a Saturday.' Worse than the actual obstacles.
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
90-134 (L)
This guy everybody knows Robert Wadlow comes out firing! A reverse layup in the first minute!
Leonid Stadnyk forces up a half-court heave over the defense! Sometimes predictable game! Bad decision!
This certified bucket Robert Wadlow with a careless turnover! Gift-wrapped for the opponent!
John Rankin Rogers gets crossed over! Ankles broken like the public policy on a rough day!
Sultan Kösen gets a technical for complaining! Ego the size of Texas on full display!
Halftime whistle. Sultan Kösen flops into the first available chair. Fun fact: Sultan Kösen failed the driving test three times. On the court it's a different story, thankfully. Back to business. The players bounce around to warm up.
John Rankin Rogers, this swiss-army-knife type, draws the foul but can't capitalize! Injury-prone body!
Sultan Kösen barely gets back on defense! Moving like a farmer on a Friday afternoon!
Leonid Stadnyk, this mammoth, commits the travel! Ego the size of Texas in the footwork!
Robert Wadlow waves off the play! The authority of a circus performer in that gesture!
John Rankin Rogers hangs their head! A politician who gave everything they had!
John Rankin Rogers snaps at the bench on his way out. Robert Wadlow says nothing, but his look says everything. Confession: I nearly fell asleep during the second quarter. The third woke me right up. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, it's 'Who Wants to Marry My Goldfish.' Good luck with that.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
77-121 (L)
John Rankin Rogers, this rising star, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
This elite player Robert Wadlow muscles up a bucket but can't get it to fall!
Leonid Stadnyk throws it into the stands! What was that from this up-and-coming baller!
John Rankin Rogers, this swiss-army-knife type, lets the shooter get free facing the rim! Costly lapse!
Leonid Stadnyk stares in disbelief! The look of a combat surgeon who just lost everything!
Halftime! Leonid Stadnyk is limping slightly heading off the court. Little secret: Leonid Stadnyk listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. The tunnel spits the players out. The war resumes.
Leonid Stadnyk misses the bunny! A combat surgeon dropping the game from point-blank!
Leonid Stadnyk bends over, hands on knees! Exhausted like a combat surgeon after their bare hands overtime!
Robert Wadlow trips up in the restricted area! A circus performer never trips at work... Right?
Leonid Stadnyk slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a combat surgeon hits the workbench!
Despite the loss, Robert Wadlow held their own with the game! The circus performer fought!
Robert Wadlow sits down on the hardwood, head on his knees. Leonid Stadnyk puts a hand on his shoulder without saying a word. Fun fact: my sound engineer fell asleep during the second quarter. I woke him with an elbow. Thanks! And now, 'Neighbors from Hell: The Community Compost Bin Saga.' Episode 1 of 74.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
77-122 (L)
Sultan Kösen, this tower, is introduced and the arena explodes! This headliner is in the building!
Air ball from Robert Wadlow! Being a circus performer doesn't help with shooting, apparently!
Leonid Stadnyk, this 7-footer, steps out of bounds with the rock! Mental lapse!
John Rankin Rogers reacts too late to rotate! Occasional mental lapses on the help side!
Robert Wadlow, this colossus, waves off the play call! Injury-prone body hurting the team!
That's a wrap for now. John Rankin Rogers dives into the tunnel. Juicy anecdote: John Rankin Rogers was caught dancing the Macarena in the showers. Alone. The players come back running. Did someone set the locker room on fire?
Leonid Stadnyk just barely misses! Close as a combat surgeon getting the game almost right!
Leonid Stadnyk digs deep! Deep as a combat surgeon digs into the game!
John Rankin Rogers, this tweener, gets stripped at the top of the key! Lack of consistency exposed!
Leonid Stadnyk throws their hands up! Like a combat surgeon when their bare hands breaks!
This name that's buzzing Leonid Stadnyk leaves the court with head held high. Fought to the end.
Robert Wadlow refuses to watch the replay on the jumbotron. Sultan Kösen watches it and immediately regrets it. My chair squeaked the entire game. Everyone thinks it was me. It was not me. Sleep tight! Coming up: 'Forensic Files: Who Finished the Milk Without Telling Anyone.'
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
81-125 (L)
This unknown gem John Rankin Rogers gets the crowd going early! The energy is building!
Sultan Kösen, this towering presence, loses the handle and the opportunity! Shaky emotions under pressure!
Sultan Kösen dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the farmer's finest moment!
Robert Wadlow, this mountain of a man, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over injury-prone body!
John Rankin Rogers drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a politician's spirit has limits!
Back to the locker room. Robert Wadlow's shorts are torn but he couldn't care less. Locker room anecdote: Robert Wadlow talks to a sock called 'Assistant Coach.' We don't judge. And we're off! The energy in the arena just went up a notch.
Sultan Kösen bricks it! Not the same accuracy as cultivating the stubborn soil!
Sultan Kösen misses from fatigue! This All-Star caliber talent can't get the elevation at the buzzer!
Leonid Stadnyk charges right into the defender! Turnover! Injury-prone body when controlling pace!
John Rankin Rogers kicks the air! The frustration of a politician who knows they can do better!
Sultan Kösen tells reporters: 'Tomorrow we cultivates better, like the stubborn soil!'
Robert Wadlow has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Leonid Stadnyk has aged ten years in forty minutes. I drank so much coffee tonight I'm going to commentate in my sleep. And now, a brand new episode of 'Desperately Seeking My Cat.' Good night, everyone.
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Leonid Stadnyk.
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