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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Denver Horse-Track | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 6 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | New York Over-Timers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 9 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 10 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 12 | Phoenix No-Defense | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 13 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 2 | 13 | 4 |
| 16 | My Team | 2 | 13 | 4 |
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! Now let's talk about the man who moves jerseys faster than hot dogs at the concession stand. Jesus Christ. Just the name sends chills through the building. The man is massive, arms that cover half the court, and a basketball IQ so fast that defenders feel like they're playing in slow motion. This man doesn't walk, he glides. He doesn't jump, he launches into orbit. And when he locks eyes with you before a free throw, you feel like YOU'RE the one about to catch the ball in your face. The opposing locker room before the game, you know what they talk about? Not the game plan. Not the offensive scheme. No. They talk about HIM. "How do we stop him?" "Who takes the matchup?" "Does he look tired?" Spoiler: he's never tired. And even when he looks tired, it's a trap. The man fakes exhaustion in the third quarter and drops 14 in the fourth like a coiled spring being released. Opposing coaches have 50-page scouting reports on him, and every single page is absolutely useless. Moment of truth, folks. You see the guy at the end of the bench, the one who looks completely lost among the giants? That's Ted Bundy. A serial killer in civilian life. The kind of guy who handles their chilling method better than a basketball, and who somehow ended up on a professional roster because the coach "had a vision." A vision, ladies and gentlemen. Probably somewhere between his second and third mojito at the All-Star Weekend party. Ted Bundy has a unique playing style: he runs a lot, understands very little, and has an unfortunate tendency to treat the unsuspecting prey and the basketball exact same way. The fans already love him. Not for his stats (he has none) but because every time he steps on the court, it's Christmas morning. The budget? What budget? We're so far below the salary floor you could limbo under it blindfolded. The team accountant is the owner's cousin running Excel 2003 with no updates since the Bush administration. The jerseys are hand-washed by the intern, road trips are carpooled, and the last free agent who visited the facilities turned around the second he saw the locker room. But you know what? Character is forged in the struggle. And this team's got character coming out of its damn ears.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
74-118 (L)
Ted Bundy announces themselves! The serial killer has arrived and the building knows it!
Ed Gein can't buy a shot! Wouldn't happen with the honest wood, an artisan always hits!
Jeffrey Dahmer with the bad read! Misreading the play like misreading the front line!
This global icon Ted Bundy bites on the fake! Beaten along the baseline!
Jesus Christ drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a messiah's spirit has limits!
Both teams head in. Aileen Wuornos has a red mark on her cheek from an elbow. Confession: Aileen Wuornos calls mom after every loss. And every win. And also on Tuesdays. The hardwood awaits. Here we go for the second half.
Ed Gein, this dude putting the league on notice, with the shot-clock heave! No good from downtown!
Jeffrey Dahmer misses from fatigue! This world-class player can't get the elevation at the buzzer!
Ed Gein takes off carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
Ted Bundy slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a serial killer hits the workbench!
Ed Gein hangs their head! An artisan who gave everything they had!
Jesus Christ kicks his towel across the floor. Jeffrey Dahmer has already left for the locker room, alone. On my end, I discovered the arena's coffee machine was broken. The game nearly went uncommentated. Thanks for being here. Coming up: 'Forbidden Zone: Behind the Scenes of a Vending Machine.'
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
93-111 (L)
The game begins and Ted Bundy is ready! You can see freakish explosiveness written all over his face!
Ted Bundy whiffs on the jumper! A serial killer off their game with their chilling method!
Ted Bundy, this miniature missile, fumbles the entry pass along the baseline!
Ed Gein overcommits! Going all-in like an artisan on the honest wood, but wrong!
Jesus Christ fires away with the precision of a messiah at work. And it's an alley-oop!
Break! Aileen Wuornos has left a puddle of sweat at every step through the tunnel. Did you know? Aileen Wuornos once signed an autograph for a referee. During the game. Mid free-throw. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Ed Gein gets a technical for complaining! Shaky emotions under pressure on full display!
Jeffrey Dahmer shoots an air ball in a crowd fully behind them! A soldier lost in the noise!
Ted Bundy, this household name, orchestrates the delay game! An unmatched feel for the game in action!
Jeffrey Dahmer struggles in the second quarter! The soldier hitting the wall with the front line!
Jesus Christ consoles teammates! The heart of a messiah in that moment!
Aileen Wuornos sighs so loudly that the reporters hear it. Jeffrey Dahmer winces. Confession: I bet against my favorite team tonight. Superstition. It works half the time. See you soon. And now: '911: My Cat Climbed on Top of the Wardrobe.'
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
82-111 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer, this smooth operator, sets the tone immediately! Night-in night-out consistency from the jump!
Aileen Wuornos can't find the range! Their chilling method has better accuracy than that!
Aileen Wuornos passes to nobody! This next-level player with a head-scratching decision!
Aileen Wuornos, this little guy, lets the shooter get free at the buzzer! Costly lapse!
Ted Bundy tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the serial killer will bounce back!
End of the first half. Ed Gein is beet red but still standing. The staff told me Ed Gein sings in the shower. Badly. Very badly. We resume. Eyes locked in, jaws clenched.
Aileen Wuornos attacks but it's well off! Lack of consistency under fatigue!
Jeffrey Dahmer is huffing and puffing! Winded, even a soldier would call it quits!
Jeffrey Dahmer turns it over on the decisive possession! A soldier dropping their service rifle at the worst time!
This world-class player Jeffrey Dahmer slaps the floor in anger! The frustration is palpable!
Ted Bundy shakes hands through the pain! A serial killer who respects their chilling method and the game!
Aileen Wuornos's eyes are red, jaw tight. Jeffrey Dahmer apologizes to the coach, voice cracking. I tried to take a selfie with the court in the background. My thumb is over the lens. See you soon. Coming up: 'Extreme Couponing: Family of Eight at Walmart.' Double episode.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
99-91 (W)
Jesus Christ steps onto the den! From competing the game to this, game time!
A pull-up jumper from Jeffrey Dahmer! This reliable star is putting on a show tonight!
This up-and-coming baller Ed Gein forces the air ball with pressure! Suffocating!
This headliner Jeffrey Dahmer leads the fast break and dishes! Easy bucket off the assist!
Ted Bundy goes small-ball! Adapting like a serial killer who reads the room!
Break. Ed Gein's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. Fun fact: Ed Gein failed the driving test three times. On the court it's a different story, thankfully. We're off again! The crowd chants the team's name.
What a play by Jesus Christ! An alley-oop in the paint! This potential GOAT is cooking!
A Finals-like atmosphere as Jesus Christ nails a two-handed slam! The messiah delivers!
Ed Gein rallies everyone! The rally of an artisan rallying around the honest wood!
Tears in the crowd as Aileen Wuornos, the humble serial killer, delivers on the inbound pass!
Ted Bundy ends on a high note! A serial killer who finishes strong every time!
Ed Gein hugs the mascot. Jesus Christ hugs the referee. Awkward. Your favorite commentator survived. It's not much, but it's honest work. That's a wrap! And now, 'The Price Is Right: Why Nobody Answers the Phone Anymore.'
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
91-106 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer bounces the orange pre-game! Getting that rhythm going!
Ted Bundy, this little thunder, can't finish on the low block! That one stings!
This dude putting the league on notice Aileen Wuornos dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
Aileen Wuornos gets blown by! Even a serial killer couldn't stop that!
Ted Bundy converts a tough free throw from the right corner! Skill level: elite!
Halftime. Ed Gein's hair is completely soaked, like climbing out of a pool. Did you know? Ed Gein tried to become a rapper before basketball. The world dodged a bullet. Here they come. You can read the determination on their faces.
Ted Bundy walks away muttering! Muttering about the unsuspecting prey under their breath!
Jesus Christ, this versatile guy, bobbles the leather and the chance evaporates from downtown!
This hall-of-fame lock Ted Bundy uses the floater over this short king coverage! Smart!
Ed Gein leans on their knees! Gassed, but the artisan keeps going!
This all-time great Ted Bundy tips the hat to the winner. Respect despite the pain.
Aileen Wuornos whispers 'this can't be real' under her breath. Jeffrey Dahmer nods without conviction. During the break, I tried to juggle three balls. My cameraman filmed everything. It'll come out someday. We're done! And now: 'The Voice: Office Karaoke After Two Beers Edition.'
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
108-105 (W)
Jeffrey Dahmer starts in the slasher! Playing the slasher way a soldier plays with their service rifle!
Jesus Christ with a textbook defensive stance! That's how you do it!
Ed Gein fires a brick from back to the basket! Way off, even for an artisan!
Ted Bundy, this pocket rocket, glides at the top of the key for a silky euro-step!
Aileen Wuornos reads the defense perfectly! Iron discipline and a sky-high basketball IQ!
Break. Ed Gein's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. Fun fact: Ed Gein tried to negotiate a 'mandatory nap' clause in his contract. Denied. Here they come. You can read the determination on their faces.
Ted Bundy nails the pull-up at late in the quarter! Pulling up with the confidence of a serial killer on game day!
This elite player Jeffrey Dahmer disrupts the play with a timely flawless defensive rotation!
Immense pressure spikes every time Ted Bundy touches the Spalding! The serial killer effect!
Jesus Christ refuses to lose! A messiah who never accepts failure!
Aileen Wuornos waves goodbye to the field house! See you next time, from their chilling method to the orange!
Ed Gein and Aileen Wuornos pretend to fish Ted Bundy out of the crowd. They pull hard. Fun fact: my driver has been waiting in the parking lot for an hour. He's sent me 14 messages. Thanks for tonight. Up next: 'American Ninja Warrior: No Elevator Edition.' Sixth floor, no landing.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
92-119 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer locks eyes with the opponent! The stare of a soldier who means business!
Ted Bundy clanks another one off the rim! This household name needs to find rhythm!
Jesus Christ commits the live-ball turnover! Their bare hands would be ashamed!
Ed Gein, this swiss-army-knife type, fouls unnecessarily from downtown! Tendency to force bad shots!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this do-it-all player, elevates for a monster and-one!
Well-deserved break. Aileen Wuornos looks like someone who just ran a marathon. Little scoop: Aileen Wuornos collects Pokemon cards. That Charizard is worth more than her first contract. Back on the court. The coach changed the starting five, that'll be a surprise.
Aileen Wuornos, this dude putting the league on notice, yells at the coaching staff! Ego the size of Texas causing friction!
This franchise cornerstone Ted Bundy muscles up a floater but can't get it to fall!
Ted Bundy plays the chess match! Outsmarted them like a serial killer on their best day!
Aileen Wuornos is running on pure willpower! This well-respected player refusing to quit!
Jeffrey Dahmer leaves the palace of hoops quietly! Quiet as a soldier after the front line setback!
Ed Gein bites his lip, fists clenched. Ted Bundy shakes his head slowly, in disbelief. Fun fact: my sound engineer fell asleep during the second quarter. I woke him with an elbow. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
77-122 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer, this all-around player, announced to huge cheers! A roaring arena!
Jesus Christ, this versatile guy, draws the foul but can't capitalize! Injury-prone body!
This league veteran Aileen Wuornos gets pickpocketed on the low block! Sloppy handling!
Jeffrey Dahmer gets burned on the switch! Hotter than a soldier's worst day on the job!
Aileen Wuornos sits on the bench for a moment! Resting like a serial killer after a long shift!
Into the tunnel. Ted Bundy grabs a banana on the way and devours it. Anecdote: Ted Bundy fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. Back for the second half. The coach slammed his fist on the table.
Ed Gein can't hit the ocean right now! Another miss for this seasoned vet!
Ted Bundy calls for the sub! Even a serial killer's stamina with their chilling method has limits!
Ed Gein dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the artisan's finest moment!
Aileen Wuornos argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to stalking the unsuspecting prey!
Jeffrey Dahmer sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a soldier after their service rifle broke!
Ed Gein's lip is trembling. Aileen Wuornos dodges the cameras by pulling up her hood. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. See you soon. In the meantime: 'Wipeout: IKEA on a Saturday.' Worse than the actual obstacles.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
92-120 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer gets the crowd going early! Setting the tone like a soldier on day one!
This legit talent Aileen Wuornos short-arms a devastating dunk at the buzzer! Not enough lift!
Jeffrey Dahmer throws it away! A pass worse than a soldier tossing the front line!
Ed Gein beaten to the spot! Slower than an artisan on a Monday morning!
Aileen Wuornos drops a fadeaway jumper from the high post! Range that would impress any serial killer!
Break! Jeffrey Dahmer has left a puddle of sweat at every step through the tunnel. Did you know Jeffrey Dahmer knits to unwind? Made a scarf in Houston Blast-Off's colors. By accident, obviously. We're back! The players look fired up.
This established star Jeffrey Dahmer shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
Air ball from Ted Bundy! Being a serial killer doesn't help with shooting, apparently!
Aileen Wuornos zones up! Defensive zone like a serial killer's the unsuspecting prey zone!
This bonafide star Jeffrey Dahmer stumbles! The fatigue is real after the allotted time!
Ed Gein looks at the scoreboard one last time! Numbers don't lie for an artisan!
Aileen Wuornos refuses Houston Blast-Off's handshake. Jesus Christ offers a limp one with just his fingertips. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. We're done! And now: 'The Voice: Office Karaoke After Two Beers Edition.'
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
101-111 (L)
Ted Bundy, this franchise cornerstone, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
Jeffrey Dahmer penetrates but the shot rims out! Occasional mental lapses rears its ugly head!
Aileen Wuornos throws it into traffic! Reckless pass, the serial killer got too confident!
Jeffrey Dahmer watches them score! Just watching, like watching their service rifle gather dust!
Ed Gein, this all-around player, overpowers for a sky hook! Size matters!
Halftime whistle. Ted Bundy flops into the first available chair. Intel: Ted Bundy once called an imaginary timeout in the middle of a game. The ref actually hesitated. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
Jesus Christ can't mask the disappointment! This global icon wearing it on the sleeve!
Jesus Christ heaves and misses! Should have heaved the game instead!
Aileen Wuornos spins to the right spot! An unmatched feel for the game off-ball movement!
Aileen Wuornos grabs the jersey for air! Needs more air than their chilling method in the workshop!
Jesus Christ walks off in silence. This all-time great gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Jesus Christ bites his lip, fists clenched. Aileen Wuornos shakes her head slowly, in disbelief. Tonight I nearly had a heart attack at least four times. And I'm just the commentator. 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
84-115 (L)
Ed Gein crosses over onto the floor! The crowd roars for this league veteran!
Jesus Christ, this guy with rings on every finger, with a contested pull-up jumper that misses from mid-range!
Intercepted! Jeffrey Dahmer's pass snatched right out of the air! A soldier would never be that careless!
Ted Bundy caught flat-footed! Standing still, the serial killer reflexes took a nap!
Jesus Christ storms to the bench! This absolute legend is visibly upset!
Break! Jesus Christ grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. Word is Jesus Christ sleeps with his basketball shoes on. I can't confirm it, but the source is reliable. We're back! The players look fired up.
Ed Gein misses badly! Should have aimed like they aim the hand plane at the honest wood!
Jeffrey Dahmer takes the rest play! Even a soldier needs a breather!
This name that's buzzing Aileen Wuornos forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
This up-and-coming baller Ed Gein stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
Jesus Christ gave it everything! Everything a messiah has, left on the court!
Ed Gein refuses to watch the replay on the jumbotron. Jeffrey Dahmer watches it and immediately regrets it. Behind the scenes, I learned Jeffrey Dahmer was also an artisan in a past life. You can feel it in the game. That's a wrap! And now, 'The Price Is Right: Why Nobody Answers the Phone Anymore.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
105-108 (L)
This guy with a proven track record Ed Gein comes out aggressive! Opens with a free throw in the paint!
Ted Bundy drains it! Emptying the tank like a serial killer on double shift!
This solid pro Ed Gein gives up the offensive rebound! Shaky emotions under pressure when boxing out!
Jesus Christ misfires again! Having the game-shaped night!
Ted Bundy sparks the comeback! The serial killer fire from their chilling method ignites the floor!
Heading in. Ed Gein's eyes are bloodshot from sheer effort. They say Ed Gein has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. Second half! The crowd is on its feet, and so are the players.
Ed Gein misses both free throws! An artisan failing the honest wood inspection, twice!
Ted Bundy can't hide the frustration! Their chilling method frustration meets the rock frustration!
Jeffrey Dahmer brings the front line wisdom to the palace of hoops tactics!
Aileen Wuornos gets stripped on the decisive possession! Stripped of the rock like a serial killer stripped of their chilling method!
Ted Bundy walks off in defeat! Even a serial killer's skills couldn't save tonight!
Ted Bundy pulls his cap down over his eyes. Jesus Christ doesn't have a cap, and it shows. I spent the evening looking for a stat that couldn't be found. It didn't exist. I made one up. See you soon. Coming up: 'Extreme Couponing: Family of Eight at Walmart.' Double episode.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
80-124 (L)
This first-ballot legend Jesus Christ opens the scoring! A euro-step! Early advantage!
Jesus Christ shoots short! Not enough juice! Even a messiah would cringe!
This next-level player Ed Gein loses concentration and the Spalding with it!
Aileen Wuornos loses their assignment! Like losing their chilling method in the workshop!
Ted Bundy vents at their teammates! The serial killer who vents about the unsuspecting prey!
Break! Jeffrey Dahmer grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. Did you know Jeffrey Dahmer keeps a photo of his dog in his right shoe? It's a Bichon. The players charge out of the tunnel. Smells like a comeback.
Jeffrey Dahmer short on the attempt! Needs the reach of their service rifle!
Ted Bundy pulls up sluggishly! Lack of consistency catching up with this undisputed superstar!
Ed Gein forces the pass! Forcing the hand plane where it doesn't fit!
Ted Bundy is visibly upset! Upset as a serial killer when the unsuspecting prey goes sideways!
This basketball god Jesus Christ shakes hands and moves on. In the end, limited stamina proved costly.
Jeffrey Dahmer walks like someone carrying the weight of the world. Jesus Christ drags one foot after the other. Meanwhile, your favorite commentator spilled coffee on the mixing board. Twice. Thanks for tonight. Up next: 'American Ninja Warrior: No Elevator Edition.' Sixth floor, no landing.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
84-109 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer opens with a fadeaway jumper! This guy everybody knows making an early statement!
Jeffrey Dahmer puts up a prayer... Unanswered! Not even their service rifle can save that!
Aileen Wuornos, this miniature missile, gets called for the carry! Heavy feet in ball-handling!
Ed Gein gets screened out! Stuck behind the hand plane like it's a wall!
Ed Gein spins and scores! Pivoting like they pivot with the hand plane at work!
End of the first act. Ted Bundy is puffing like a steam engine heading back. Anecdote: Ted Bundy once wore his jersey inside out for the entire first quarter. Nobody dared say anything. Play resumes. The DJ drops a beat to hype up the crowd.
Jesus Christ glares at the Spalding! Like it personally betrayed this messiah!
Ed Gein, this do-it-all player, gets the look in transition but the lid's on the rim!
Ed Gein communicates the switch! Clear as an artisan's instructions!
Ed Gein wipes sweat with the mouthguard! Drenched, the artisan has been putting in work!
Jesus Christ wipes a tear! A messiah who poured everything into the effort!
Ted Bundy walks head down toward the tunnel. Ed Gein drags his feet behind, shoulders slumped. I spent the evening standing up and sitting down every thirty seconds. My Fitbit is congratulating me. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Planet Earth: Exploring the World from My Couch.' Immersive documentary.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
75-119 (L)
Ed Gein huddles with the team! Huddling up, the artisan strategizes!
A two-handed slam from Jeffrey Dahmer goes in and out! Heartbreaking from downtown!
Jesus Christ throws it out of bounds! Like launching their bare hands into the void!
Aileen Wuornos gets burned on the drive! Occasional mental lapses in lateral movement!
Ed Gein slams the Wilson in frustration! Heavy feet on full display!
Break! Ed Gein has left a puddle of sweat at every step through the tunnel. Did you know Ed Gein once tried to start an ASMR podcast of sneaker squeaks on the hardwood? One episode. Deleted. Alright, it's time. The second half waits for no one.
Ted Bundy, this undisputed superstar, comes up empty! A half-court heave off target driving to the hoop!
Jesus Christ, this potential GOAT, sucking wind after that sprint! The contest of battle!
Jesus Christ double-dribbles! Competing the game doesn't have that rule!
Aileen Wuornos storms to the bench! Heated! This serial killer doesn't handle losing well!
Ted Bundy tips the cap to the winners! The serial killer's grace with the unsuspecting prey!
Jeffrey Dahmer's lip is trembling. Aileen Wuornos dodges the cameras by pulling up her hood. Yours truly survived this game without losing his voice. It was touch and go. See you soon. In the meantime: 'Wipeout: IKEA on a Saturday.' Worse than the actual obstacles.
My Team finishes #16 (2W-13L). Better luck next season! MVP: Jesus Christ.
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!
Now let's talk about the man who moves jerseys faster than hot dogs at the concession stand. Jesus Christ. Just the name sends chills through the building. The man is massive, arms that cover half the court, and a basketball IQ so fast that defenders feel like they're playing in slow motion. This man doesn't walk, he glides. He doesn't jump, he launches into orbit. And when he locks eyes with you before a free throw, you feel like YOU'RE the one about to catch the ball in your face.
The opposing locker room before the game, you know what they talk about? Not the game plan. Not the offensive scheme. No. They talk about HIM. "How do we stop him?" "Who takes the matchup?" "Does he look tired?" Spoiler: he's never tired. And even when he looks tired, it's a trap. The man fakes exhaustion in the third quarter and drops 14 in the fourth like a coiled spring being released. Opposing coaches have 50-page scouting reports on him, and every single page is absolutely useless.
Moment of truth, folks. You see the guy at the end of the bench, the one who looks completely lost among the giants? That's Ted Bundy. A serial killer in civilian life. The kind of guy who handles their chilling method better than a basketball, and who somehow ended up on a professional roster because the coach "had a vision." A vision, ladies and gentlemen. Probably somewhere between his second and third mojito at the All-Star Weekend party. Ted Bundy has a unique playing style: he runs a lot, understands very little, and has an unfortunate tendency to treat the unsuspecting prey and the basketball exact same way. The fans already love him. Not for his stats (he has none) but because every time he steps on the court, it's Christmas morning.
The budget? What budget? We're so far below the salary floor you could limbo under it blindfolded. The team accountant is the owner's cousin running Excel 2003 with no updates since the Bush administration. The jerseys are hand-washed by the intern, road trips are carpooled, and the last free agent who visited the facilities turned around the second he saw the locker room. But you know what? Character is forged in the struggle. And this team's got character coming out of its damn ears.
My Team finishes #16 (2W-13L). Better luck next season! MVP: Jesus Christ.
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