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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | New York Over-Timers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | Houston Blast-Off | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 8 | Denver Horse-Track | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 10 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 11 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 12 | Phoenix No-Defense | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 13 | My Team | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 15 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 16 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 2 | 13 | 4 |
Pre-season
Stop. Everybody shut up. You feel that? That smell of freshly waxed hardwood, brand-new kicks, and electric tension hanging in the air? That's the smell of a night that's going down in the history books. We're in a building where every seat is taken, every eye is locked on the tunnel where a team that has thrilled generations is about to emerge. Championships, heartbreaks, legendary comebacks, midnight trades that shifted the entire balance of the league... This franchise is a damn novel all by itself. And tonight, we're starting the next chapter. The team with no name, baby! Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Barry Allen on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. The man is massive, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them. The scary thing is that the more pressure rises, the more he rises with it. Fourth quarter, down by three, the opposing coach screaming, the crowd roaring... And he just shrugs, takes the ball, and nails a step-back three over three defenders draped all over him like it's a Tuesday morning shootaround drill. This is the kind of player you don't just build a team around, you build an era around him. And tonight, that era begins. The chef's surprise of the evening is Hodor. A bodyguard 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 VIP client 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. Budget-wise, we're in the "checked the couch cushions to fund the last contract" category. Seriously, there are high school programs with better catering. The owner watches every dollar like it's his last, and the GM negotiates trades with the anxiety of a guy haggling at a flea market. But paradoxically, that might be their strength: when you've got nothing to lose, you play free. And sometimes, freedom works miracles on the hardwood.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
76-115 (L)
Hulk, this solid build, takes the court! The Playoff atmosphere is electric!
Barry Allen can't buy a shot! Wouldn't happen with the game, a superhero always hits!
Hodor penetrates into a trap! Tendency to rush when reading the defense!
Superman overcommits and gets beat! Limited stamina when reading the play!
Superman slams the rock in frustration! Tendency to rush on full display!
Finally a breather. Hulk has calf cramps, the physio rushes over. Quick anecdote about Hulk: apparently he eats pasta with ketchup before every game. To each their own ritual. On to the next chapter. The court is just waiting for the ball.
Prodidomus beattyi, this total unknown, fumbles the finish from mid-range! Back to the drawing board!
Barry Allen, this combo guard, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
Stolen from Hulk! A scientist who let it slip through their fingers!
This guy with a proven track record Barry Allen stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
Hodor tips the cap to the winners! The bodyguard's grace with the VIP client!
Prodidomus beattyi leaves the court at a jog. Superman stays there, planted at center court, motionless. During the game, my colleague ordered sushi. It arrived at the final buzzer. Perfect timing. We're packing up. Time for the late-night feature: 'Unsolved Mysteries: Where Is My Left Sock.'
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
96-110 (L)
This once-in-a-lifetime player Hulk opens the scoring! A two-handed slam! Early advantage!
Barry Allen gets the friendly rim but no luck! Even the superhero touch can't save that one!
Hulk coughs it up! A scientist's grip doesn't work on the pill!
Hulk overcommits! Going all-in like a scientist on the hidden truth, but wrong!
Prodidomus beattyi fires away and scores! A two-handed slam! This solid build is a problem!
Break. Prodidomus beattyi's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. I've been told Prodidomus beattyi always puts his left shoe on first. The one day he switched, gave up 40 points. Back on the court. The coach changed the starting five, that'll be a surprise.
Hulk, this smooth operator, waves off the play call! Defense that's basically a suggestion hurting the team!
Barry Allen, this combo guard, double-clutches and misses! Indecision from this respected competitor!
Prodidomus beattyi reads the defense perfectly! Nerves of steel and a sky-high basketball IQ!
This newcomer Prodidomus beattyi can't close out! The legs are shot along the baseline!
Hodor vows to come back stronger! Stronger than their dark glasses reinforced with the VIP client!
Superman has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Hodor has aged ten years in forty minutes. As for me, I powered through three coffees and a gas station sandwich. The glamorous life of sports journalism. See you soon. And now: '911: My Cat Climbed on Top of the Wardrobe.'
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
99-98 (W)
Barry Allen spins onto the floor! The crowd roars for this established player!
Barry Allen hounds the ball handler! Tenacious as a superhero with their bare hands!
Air ball from Barry Allen! Being a superhero doesn't help with shooting, apparently!
Hulk punishes the defense! A scientist punishing the hidden truth with precision!
Hulk manipulates the defense! Manipulation worthy of their lab notebook on the hidden truth!
Finally a breather. Prodidomus beattyi has calf cramps, the physio rushes over. They say Prodidomus beattyi has a ritual where he touches the basket post three times. If someone watches, starts over. Back at it! The players jog toward center court.
Prodidomus beattyi fires away and drills it! On a strategic timeout! Freakish explosiveness under pressure!
Superman with the strip! Snatched the leather clean, that's a superhero with quick hands!
The energy in this building is unreal! Prodidomus beattyi channeling a boiling cauldron!
Superman with a bucket in the final minute! The superhero's last the game of the day!
Hulk caps a perfect night! Clean as a scientist on their best day!
Hulk and Prodidomus beattyi swap jerseys with each other. Makes no sense but it's the emotion talking. Final confession: I still don't know how to pronounce Hulk's name. Forgive me. Good evening! Up next: 'Fixer Upper: Renovating a Studio on a Twelve-Dollar Budget.' Challenge accepted.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
110-101 (W)
Hodor takes the court to palpable tension! The bodyguard with their dark glasses is here!
Hodor finishes through contact! Built tough from handling their dark glasses!
Hodor, this swiss-army-knife type, locks down the attacker! An unmatched feel for the game on the defensive end!
Barry Allen with the give-and-go! Teamwork from competing the game together!
This guy with a proven track record Barry Allen recognizes the over-help and punishes it!
Halftime whistle! Prodidomus beattyi grabs a towel and collapses on the bench. Did you know? Prodidomus beattyi has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. The hardwood awaits. Here we go for the second half.
Hulk, this undisputed superstar, reads the play perfectly and delivers a thunderous slam!
The road crowd tries to rally but Hodor silences them! A packed arena!
Hulk makes the extra pass! This certified GOAT candidate hockey assist for a pull-up jumper!
This generational talent Superman digs deep! Finding reserves nobody knew existed!
Hodor has the last say! Final word from a bodyguard about the VIP client!
Superman, Hulk, and Barry Allen pose for a group photo at center court. Nobody has a phone. I spent the evening looking for a stat that couldn't be found. It didn't exist. I made one up. We're done! And now: 'The Voice: Office Karaoke After Two Beers Edition.'
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
99-112 (L)
Hodor steps onto the venue! From protecting the VIP client to this, game time!
Barry Allen, this do-it-all player, wastes a golden chance with a wild half-court heave!
Prodidomus beattyi, this do-it-all player, commits the travel! Injury-prone body in the footwork!
Hulk gets crossed over! Ankles broken like the hidden truth on a rough day!
Barry Allen with a devastating dunk on the break! Running like they're late for work!
Break. Superman asks the medical staff for coffee. Request denied. Fun fact: Superman tried to negotiate a 'mandatory nap' clause in his contract. Denied. Let's go, we're back. The crowd claps in rhythm.
Hulk drops the head after another miss! Lack of consistency sapping the confidence!
Hodor can't convert! The bodyguard's touch with the VIP client deserted them!
Hodor shifts the defense! Moving pieces like a bodyguard at work!
Hodor, this guy nobody was talking about, is dragging! The allotted time minutes taking their toll!
Prodidomus beattyi, this all-around player, trudges off the den. Lessons to take from this one.
Superman whispers 'this can't be real' under his breath. Hulk nods without conviction. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
99-97 (W)
Superman gets the crowd going early! Setting the tone like a superhero on day one!
Hulk blankets the shooter! Covering them with their lab notebook thoroughness!
Prodidomus beattyi dunks the rock into nothing! Hot head on full display tonight!
A double-clutch layup from Superman along the baseline! That's a statement right there!
Hulk, this solid build, positions perfectly for the offensive rebound! Ridiculous creativity!
Coach calls everyone back. Hulk drags his feet toward the tunnel. Intel: Hulk once called an imaginary timeout in the middle of a game. The ref actually hesitated. Let's go, we're back. The crowd claps in rhythm.
Prodidomus beattyi comes alive in the first quarter! An and-one from way beyond the arc! Clutch!
Barry Allen forces the shot-clock violation! Patient as a superhero waiting for the game!
Opposing fans respect Hulk! Even rivals admire a scientist's hustle!
This certified GOAT candidate Superman takes over! Back-to-back an off-balance shot in the first quarter!
Superman hugs the coach! This first-ballot legend with a complete performance!
Hodor charges toward the crowd. Prodidomus beattyi catches him just before he dives into the stands. Yours truly survived this game without losing his voice. It was touch and go. We're done! And now: 'The Voice: Office Karaoke After Two Beers Edition.'
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
91-107 (L)
The game begins and Hodor is ready! You can see freakish explosiveness written all over his face!
Hodor gets blocked! Rejected harder than a bodyguard's worst day on the job!
Barry Allen coughs up the orange! Shaky emotions under pressure strikes again from downtown!
Barry Allen gets blown by! Even a superhero couldn't stop that!
Barry Allen steps back the leather with flair and hits a devastating dunk! Sensational!
Buzzer sounds, halftime! Prodidomus beattyi walks head down toward the tunnel. Anecdote: Prodidomus beattyi once wore his jersey inside out for the entire first quarter. Nobody dared say anything. Here they come. Fresh as daisies. Or not. We'll find out soon enough.
Prodidomus beattyi storms to the bench! This hidden prospect is visibly upset!
Superman clanks it off the rim! That sounded like their bare hands hitting the game!
Hulk draws the double team! Attracting attention, the scientist is a magnet out there!
Hulk calls for the sub! Even a scientist's stamina with their lab notebook has limits!
Barry Allen walks off in defeat! Even a superhero's skills couldn't save tonight!
Superman replays the score in his head on a loop. Prodidomus beattyi tries to think about something else. Tonight I had a revelation: Prodidomus beattyi runs exactly like my neighbor when he misses the bus. See you at the next game. In the meantime: 'MasterClass: How to Fold a Fitted Sheet.' Gripping television.
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
105-114 (L)
Tip-off! Prodidomus beattyi gets us started! Let's go!
Barry Allen can't buy a bucket! Maybe the game would be easier to aim!
Hulk, this smooth operator, gets stripped from the right corner! Shaky emotions under pressure exposed!
This guy nobody was talking about Hodor gives up the offensive rebound! Sometimes predictable game when boxing out!
Hodor scores off the glass! Bank shot precision of a bodyguard!
Halftime whistle. Prodidomus beattyi spits into the trash can walking into the locker room. Did you know Prodidomus beattyi knits to unwind? Made a scarf in Minnesota Ice-Wall's colors. By accident, obviously. The hardwood awaits. Here we go for the second half.
Hulk, this smooth operator, shows negative body language! Heavy feet creeping in!
This potential GOAT Superman misfires again! Lack of consistency could cost the team!
Barry Allen schemes with the coaching staff! Plotting the next move, true superhero!
Hodor jogs instead of sprints! Conserving energy for protecting the VIP client tomorrow!
Superman had the chances but couldn't convert. This guy with rings on every finger left wanting.
Hodor bites his lip, fists clenched. Barry Allen shakes his head slowly, in disbelief. Confession: I nearly fell asleep during the second quarter. The third woke me right up. See you tomorrow! Up next: 'Extreme Reading: The Terms and Conditions.' 4-hour special.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
76-117 (L)
Prodidomus beattyi, this dark horse, draws first blood! A thunderous slam to start!
Prodidomus beattyi with a rough free throw from way beyond the arc! Occasional mental lapses at the worst time!
Superman with the careless pass! Competing the game with more care, please!
Barry Allen can't stay in front! Competing the game doesn't build lateral quickness!
Prodidomus beattyi can't mask the disappointment! This raw talent wearing it on the sleeve!
Finally a breather. Hodor has calf cramps, the physio rushes over. Fun fact: Hodor failed the driving test three times. On the court it's a different story, thankfully. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
Hodor, this rising star, comes up empty! A layup off target at half court!
Prodidomus beattyi short-arms the shot from fatigue! This hidden prospect has nothing left!
This newcomer Hodor loses concentration and the Spalding with it!
This diamond in the rough Hodor fouls hard out of frustration! Injury-prone body showing!
Hulk, this global icon, takes the loss hard. Hot head at the wrong moments.
Hulk shakes Superman's hand in silence. Not a word. Just a look that says it all. During the game, I counted how many times I said 'incredible.' Seventeen. A personal record. Good night! And now, 'The Bachelor: Stray Cat Edition.' Who will find love in this dumpster?
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
103-90 (W)
Hodor looks dialed in from the start! Eyes in the back of the head preparation showing!
Superman with an off-balance shot off the pick! Using screens better than most pros!
Hodor switches seamlessly! Versatile as a bodyguard switching between their dark glasses and the VIP client!
Superman, this versatile guy, drops the dime! A gym-rat work ethic passing on display!
Hulk communicates the switch! Clear as a scientist's instructions!
Halftime! Hulk is limping slightly heading off the court. Little secret: Hulk listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. Back to hostilities. Faces have changed in the locker room.
Superman with a thunderous slam in the paint! Competing the game in tight spaces!
Immense pressure fills the arena! This newcomer Prodidomus beattyi feeds off the energy!
Hodor holds the huddle together! That bodyguard leadership on full display!
Superman carries the weight of their bare hands and the damn ball with equal grace!
Hodor carries the team to victory! Strong as a bodyguard on a Monday morning!
Hulk and Barry Allen stare at each other in silence for five seconds. Then burst out laughing at the exact same time. While you were watching the game, I was desperately searching for my pen. Still haven't found it. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Secret Life of Your Mailman.' Episode 47.
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
94-101 (L)
And we're underway! Superman touches the leather first! This franchise cornerstone looks eager!
Prodidomus beattyi fires a pull-up jumper from the right corner but can't connect! Ego the size of Texas showing!
This newcomer Hodor forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
Hulk gets crossed over! This once-in-a-lifetime player left frozen at half court!
This newcomer Hodor with a vintage floater! The old magic is still there!
Break! Hulk rips his shoes off the second he reaches the locker room. Anecdote: Hulk fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Hulk, this hall-of-fame lock, refuses to high-five! Tendency to force bad shots hurting the chemistry!
Hodor launches a bank shot and... Airball! Sometimes predictable game at its peak!
Hodor with the perfect cut! Precision of a bodyguard with their dark glasses!
Superman takes the rest play! Even a superhero needs a breather!
Superman looks at the scoreboard one last time! Numbers don't lie for a superhero!
Superman watches the crowd file out in silence. Hulk prefers not to look. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. Good evening! Up next: 'Criminal Minds: Finding the Colleague Who Steals Yogurt from the Fridge.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
96-99 (L)
This undisputed superstar Superman comes out aggressive! Opens with a two-handed slam from the left corner!
A pull-up jumper from Barry Allen! This name that's buzzing is putting on a show tonight!
Hulk, this all-around player, fouls unnecessarily back to the basket! Limited stamina!
Superman misfires! The superhero's precision with the game is nowhere to be found!
This dude out of nowhere Prodidomus beattyi rallies the troops! The team feeds off insane court vision!
Time to breathe. Prodidomus beattyi has both hands on both knees, completely cooked. Fun fact: Prodidomus beattyi tried to patent a celebration after a three-pointer. The application was rejected. Jump ball to restart. Let the second half begin!
Barry Allen airballs the potential winner! Competing the game is easier than this!
Hulk argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to discoverring the hidden truth!
This newcomer Hodor embraces the pressure! This is what greatness looks like!
Barry Allen posts up and bricks it! Ego the size of Texas in the second half!
Barry Allen consoles teammates! The heart of a superhero in that moment!
Barry Allen's brow is furrowed, lips pressed thin. Hodor breathes through his nose, hard, steady, trying to calm down. During the game, I got a text from my mom: 'Stop yelling, I can hear you from here.' She lives 120 miles away. Good night everyone! Coming up: 'Boot Camp: Supermarket Checkout Line Edition.' Discipline.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
91-116 (L)
Prodidomus beattyi fires up the crowd to open the game! This who-is-this-guy player starting strong!
Superman, this versatile guy, gets the separation but can't finish! Heavy feet!
This living legend Superman gets pickpocketed on the low block! Sloppy handling!
This generational talent Hulk bites on the fake! Beaten at the buzzer!
Barry Allen hooks it in! The arc of a superhero swinging their bare hands!
The players disappear into the tunnel. Hodor asks for an ice pack. Did you know Hodor plays better when it's raining outside? Even indoors. Go figure. We're off again! The crowd chants the team's name.
Hodor drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a bodyguard's spirit has limits!
This legit talent Barry Allen puts up an alley-oop but it won't fall! Off night!
Hodor outsmarts the opponent! The brains of a bodyguard with their dark glasses!
Prodidomus beattyi, this versatile guy, looks exhausted at the buzzer! The legs are gone!
This up-and-coming baller Barry Allen tips the hat to the winner. Respect despite the pain.
Barry Allen pushes away the reporter's microphone with a gesture. Prodidomus beattyi takes the interview and says 'not tonight'. I spent the fourth quarter standing. Not by choice. My chair gave out in the third. That's all for tonight! Coming up: 'CSI: Underground Parking Garage.' Riveting stuff.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
100-115 (L)
Hulk fades away into position! This undisputed superstar not wasting any time!
This diamond in the rough Prodidomus beattyi throws up a prayer back to the basket! Not answered!
Hulk, this combo guard, telegraphs the pass! Intercepted in the paint!
Prodidomus beattyi bites on the pump fake! This player nobody saw coming sent flying from downtown!
Hulk catches and shoots,a step-back three! Quick hands from discoverring the hidden truth!
Coach calls everyone back. Hodor drags his feet toward the tunnel. Small detail: Hodor whistles the national anthem before every game. Off-key. Consistently off-key. Back to business. The players bounce around to warm up.
This newcomer Hodor shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
A deep three from Hulk catches the back rim and pops out! So close!
Hulk exploits the mismatch! Finding weakness with their lab notebook acumen!
Superman is dead on their feet! Running on fumes, the superhero is spent!
Superman walks off in silence. This once-in-a-lifetime player gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Superman watches the crowd file out in silence. Prodidomus beattyi prefers not to look. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'American Idol: Accountant Edition.' Singing, dancing, and spreadsheets.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
98-122 (L)
Prodidomus beattyi, this hungry young player, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
Hodor can't find the range! Their dark glasses has better accuracy than that!
Hulk, this versatile guy, fumbles the entry pass in transition!
Hulk gives up the easy bucket! Easier than discoverring the hidden truth!
This who-is-this-guy player Hodor with a cold-blooded buzzer-beater! No conscience!
Halftime. The doctor examines Prodidomus beattyi's shoulder while the others catch their breath. Exclusive: Prodidomus beattyi was caught reading a philosophy book on the bench. It was Nietzsche. Second half! The hardwood is about to shake again.
This raw talent Prodidomus beattyi hangs the head after the miss! Deflated in the paint!
Hodor can't buy a bucket! Another miss under the basket! Frustrating!
Hodor positions perfectly in the center circle! Placement of their dark glasses on the VIP client!
Prodidomus beattyi is visibly tired! This player nobody saw coming needs a timeout badly!
This surprise package Prodidomus beattyi leaves the field house with head held high. Fought to the end.
Hodor rips off his headband and throws it on the ground. Hulk picks up his own and folds it carefully. Tonight I had a revelation: Hulk runs exactly like my neighbor when he misses the bus. Thanks! And now, 'Neighbors from Hell: The Community Compost Bin Saga.' Episode 1 of 74.
My Team finishes #13 (4W-11L). Better luck next season! MVP: Barry Allen.
Season Journal
Stop. Everybody shut up. You feel that? That smell of freshly waxed hardwood, brand-new kicks, and electric tension hanging in the air? That's the smell of a night that's going down in the history books. We're in a building where every seat is taken, every eye is locked on the tunnel where a team that has thrilled generations is about to emerge. Championships, heartbreaks, legendary comebacks, midnight trades that shifted the entire balance of the league... This franchise is a damn novel all by itself. And tonight, we're starting the next chapter. The team with no name, baby!
Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Barry Allen on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. The man is massive, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them.
The scary thing is that the more pressure rises, the more he rises with it. Fourth quarter, down by three, the opposing coach screaming, the crowd roaring... And he just shrugs, takes the ball, and nails a step-back three over three defenders draped all over him like it's a Tuesday morning shootaround drill. This is the kind of player you don't just build a team around, you build an era around him. And tonight, that era begins.
The chef's surprise of the evening is Hodor. A bodyguard 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 VIP client 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.
Budget-wise, we're in the "checked the couch cushions to fund the last contract" category. Seriously, there are high school programs with better catering. The owner watches every dollar like it's his last, and the GM negotiates trades with the anxiety of a guy haggling at a flea market. But paradoxically, that might be their strength: when you've got nothing to lose, you play free. And sometimes, freedom works miracles on the hardwood.
My Team finishes #13 (4W-11L). Better luck next season! MVP: Barry Allen.
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