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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 15 | 0 | 30 |
| 2 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 4 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 5 | Denver Horse-Track | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Houston Blast-Off | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | New York Over-Timers | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 9 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 10 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Phoenix No-Defense | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 12 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 2 | 13 | 4 |
| 16 | My Team | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome to what is probably going to be the most electric night of this season. The arena is packed to the rafters, there are people standing in the corridors, security gave up trying to control anything, and the DJ is blasting so loud the scoreboard is vibrating. We are here to talk about a legendary franchise. A team that has seen sacred monsters pass through, that has lived through dream seasons and nightmare years, that has rebuilt ten times over and always comes back with the same devouring hunger. The team with no name, baby! If you paid for your ticket tonight, there's one reason and one reason only, and that reason's name is Hulk. The man is massive, marathon-runner cardio, and surgeon's hands. This man catches a ball mid-flight the way you grab the remote off the couch. Except he follows it up with a spin move, a step-back, and a 30-footer that doesn't even touch the rim. Nothing but net. Every single time. Like the basket is magnetized to the damn ball. 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. And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Rey Mysterio. The man is a professional wrestler. A freaking professional wrestler. In a league where everybody is 6'8" and runs a 4.4 forty, he rolls up with steel chair and a suspicious amount of enthusiasm. His first instinct walking into the locker room? Ask where the coffee machine was. His second instinct? Try to dribble and bounce the ball straight into his own face. The teammates lost it. The coach just said "that's the kind of grit I was looking for." We still don't know if he was serious or completely hammered. 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
75-119 (L)
Jeffrey Dahmer, this versatile guy, sets the tone immediately! Unreal swagger from the jump!
Jeffrey Dahmer can't hit from the three-point line! That zone is cursed for this soldier!
Barack Obama forces the pass! Forcing their bullhorn where it doesn't fit!
Brad Pitt gets back-doored! Didn't see it, like not seeing the risky picture behind their loaded checkbook!
Hulk walks away muttering! Muttering about the hidden truth under their breath!
First half is done. Hulk is chugging Gatorade like it's water. Anecdote of the day: Hulk forgot his shorts on the last road trip. Played in borrowed shorts two sizes too big. Both teams retake the floor. The best may be yet to come.
Barack Obama drives the orange but it won't fall! Cold streak continues!
Rey Mysterio jogs instead of sprints! Conserving energy for slamming the canvas ring tomorrow!
Rey Mysterio loses the ball! A professional wrestler would never be this careless!
Brad Pitt stares in disbelief! The look of a film producer who just lost everything!
Rey Mysterio hangs their head! A professional wrestler who gave everything they had!
Rey Mysterio looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. Barack Obama looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. I tried taking notes during the game. My notebook is full of incomprehensible scribbles. We're out. Up next: 'Say Yes to the Dress: Budget Three Fifty, Theme: Elastic.' Good luck.
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
87-113 (L)
The field house welcomes Jeffrey Dahmer! The soldier with the front line has arrived!
Rey Mysterio with the off-balance step-back three! This big-name player couldn't set the feet!
Barack Obama coughs it up! A community organizer's grip doesn't work on the basketball!
Brad Pitt gets screened out! Stuck behind their loaded checkbook like it's a wall!
Barack Obama drops a two-handed slam from the low post! Range that would impress any community organizer!
End of the second quarter. Barack Obama is breathing so loud you can hear it from here. Little scoop: Barack Obama tried to bribe the DJ to play his song. The DJ agreed. Nobody liked it. Back for the second half. The coach slammed his fist on the table.
Barack Obama looks to the heavens! A community organizer praying for their bullhorn to work!
Barack Obama forces a bucket at the top of the key! This guy with rings on every finger trying too hard!
Rey Mysterio finds the angle! The angle professional wrestler uses for the canvas ring!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this established star, sucking wind after that sprint! The contest of battle!
Barack Obama, this global icon, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Jeffrey Dahmer sits on the bench, staring into nothing. Brad Pitt has his head in his hands. Fun fact: my driver has been waiting in the parking lot for an hour. He's sent me 14 messages. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
88-133 (L)
Hulk announces themselves! The scientist has arrived and the building knows it!
Jeffrey Dahmer misses the open look! This elite player can't believe it! Occasional mental lapses!
Rey Mysterio throws it away! A pass worse than a professional wrestler tossing the canvas ring!
Jeffrey Dahmer gets burned on the switch! Hotter than a soldier's worst day on the job!
This franchise cornerstone Barack Obama throws an elbow in frustration! Occasional mental lapses on full display!
Break. Hulk asks the medical staff for coffee. Request denied. Did you know? Hulk has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. Second half! The hardwood is about to shake again.
A half-court heave attempt by Rey Mysterio falls short! Shaky emotions under pressure in the legs!
This All-Star caliber talent Jeffrey Dahmer signals to the bench! Needs a blow! Tendency to force bad shots!
Brad Pitt double-dribbles! Greenlighting the risky picture doesn't have that rule!
Hulk slams the rock in frustration! Sometimes predictable game on full display!
Rey Mysterio leaves the temple of basketball quietly! Quiet as a professional wrestler after the canvas ring setback!
Rey Mysterio shakes Barack Obama's hand in silence. Not a word. Just a look that says it all. During halftime, I tried to interview the mascot. It ignored me. I'll recover eventually. See you at the next game. In the meantime: 'MasterClass: How to Fold a Fitted Sheet.' Gripping television.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
97-115 (L)
This basketball god Hulk in the starting lineup! Let's see what this basketball god brings!
Brad Pitt fires a layup at the buzzer but can't connect! Defense that's basically a suggestion showing!
Barack Obama with the bad read! Misreading the play like misreading the neighborhood!
Barack Obama gets screened out of the play! This global icon lost in traffic!
A layup! Rey Mysterio cannot be stopped tonight! This world-class player is locked in!
Both teams head to the locker room. Jeffrey Dahmer wipes his forehead with his jersey. Did you know? Jeffrey Dahmer tried to become a rapper before basketball. The world dodged a bullet. Tipoff! The ball bounces, the arena vibrates, we're back.
Jeffrey Dahmer slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a soldier hits the workbench!
This guy with rings on every finger Barack Obama misfires again! Injury-prone body could cost the team!
Rey Mysterio draws the double team! Attracting attention, the professional wrestler is a magnet out there!
Hulk can barely run! The 4 periods of 12 minutes harder than the 4 periods of 12 minutes of discoverring the hidden truth!
Barack Obama walks off in defeat! Even a community organizer's skills couldn't save tonight!
Rey Mysterio chews his nails on the bench. Jeffrey Dahmer stares at his shoes like they're the source of the problem. I spent this game nervously chewing gum. I'm on my seventh piece. Thanks everyone! Up next: 'Ice Road Truckers: Uber Eats Delivery on a Rainy Night.'
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
85-130 (L)
Hulk stretches center court! Loosening up, the scientist is getting ready!
Brad Pitt gets blocked! Rejected harder than a film producer's worst day on the job!
This household name Barack Obama dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
This certified GOAT candidate Hulk commits the and-one foul! Lack of consistency in positioning!
Hulk storms to the bench! Heated! This scientist doesn't handle losing well!
Halftime! Hulk walks barefoot on the cold tunnel tiles. Intel: Hulk once called an imaginary timeout in the middle of a game. The ref actually hesitated. Back for seconds. The court is shining, and so are the players.
Rey Mysterio can't hit the ocean right now! Another miss for this franchise guy!
Brad Pitt gulps water! As thirsty as a film producer reaching for the risky picture!
Brad Pitt throws it out of bounds! Like launching their loaded checkbook into the void!
Brad Pitt throws their hands up! Like a film producer when their loaded checkbook breaks!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this smooth operator, hangs the head. Tough loss despite a killer instinct effort.
Rey Mysterio stares at the floor while Jeffrey Dahmer mutters something inaudible under his breath. On my end, I ate three chocolate bars during the timeouts. Sports make you hungry, even in the booth. Good night! Up next: 'America's Got Talent: Mouth Noises Edition.' The judges are baffled.
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
85-130 (L)
Rey Mysterio, this elusive guard, takes the court! The wild stands is electric!
Hulk misses the open look! A scientist never misses the hidden truth... But misses the damn ball!
Barack Obama dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the community organizer's finest moment!
Hulk gets crossed over! Ankles broken like the hidden truth on a rough day!
Barack Obama drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a community organizer's spirit has limits!
Halftime! Jeffrey Dahmer looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Did you know? Jeffrey Dahmer launched a basketball podcast. Two episodes. Zero listeners. Still going. Back for the second half. The coach slammed his fist on the table.
Brad Pitt penetrates but the shot rims out! Lack of consistency rears its ugly head!
Rey Mysterio stumbles on the play! Stumbling like a professional wrestler over the canvas ring!
Rey Mysterio dribbles it off their foot! The steel chair would never betray a professional wrestler like that!
Rey Mysterio mouths off and picks up a T! Injury-prone body taking over!
Hulk tells reporters: 'Tomorrow we discovers better, like the hidden truth!'
Barack Obama's eyes are red, jaw tight. Rey Mysterio apologizes to the coach, voice cracking. I learned backstage that Rey Mysterio also does professional wrestler on weekends. That explains those reflexes. We're packing up. Time for the late-night feature: 'Unsolved Mysteries: Where Is My Left Sock.'
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
83-127 (L)
Rey Mysterio sets the tone early! The professional wrestler came to play tonight!
Rey Mysterio can't buy a bucket! Maybe the canvas ring would be easier to aim!
Stolen from Brad Pitt! A film producer who let it slip through their fingers!
Brad Pitt gets blown by! Even a film producer couldn't stop that!
Rey Mysterio, this lightning-quick little man, sits down hard on the bench! Lack of consistency written all over his face!
Buzzer sounds, halftime! Jeffrey Dahmer walks head down toward the tunnel. Anecdote of the day: Jeffrey Dahmer forgot his shorts on the last road trip. Played in borrowed shorts two sizes too big. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
Rey Mysterio, this small but mighty player, double-clutches and misses! Indecision from this franchise guy!
Brad Pitt, this all-around player, with tired legs back to the basket! Ego the size of Texas slowing this once-in-a-lifetime player down!
Rey Mysterio turns it over in the top of the key! Butterfingers from this professional wrestler!
Barack Obama mutters to himself walking back! This basketball god fighting inner demons!
Jeffrey Dahmer wipes a tear! A soldier who poured everything into the effort!
Rey Mysterio avoids the cameras like the plague. Jeffrey Dahmer gets caught. Just says 'we'll be better'. During halftime, I tried to interview the mascot. It ignored me. I'll recover eventually. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
80-125 (L)
Brad Pitt wins the opening tip! Tipping off with film producer energy!
Brick! Jeffrey Dahmer misfires at half court! Occasional mental lapses at the worst time!
Jeffrey Dahmer turns it over at late in the quarter! A soldier dropping their service rifle at the worst time!
Barack Obama beaten to the spot! Slower than a community organizer on a Monday morning!
Rey Mysterio waves off the play! The authority of a professional wrestler in that gesture!
Halftime whistle! Barack Obama grabs a towel and collapses on the bench. Did you know Barack Obama started basketball because he was terrible at soccer? Sometimes failure leads to greatness. Let's go. The arena rumbles, the players answer.
Hulk misses! Even a scientist can't fix that shot!
Barack Obama asks for the ball to slow the pace! This potential GOAT needs air!
Barack Obama trips up in the restricted area! A community organizer never trips at work... Right?
Brad Pitt glares at the rock! Like it personally betrayed this film producer!
Rey Mysterio fought but fell short! Just out of reach, the professional wrestler gave everything!
Brad Pitt shakes Rey Mysterio's hand in silence. Not a word. Just a look that says it all. Tonight I chewed through two pens. The office supply budget is going to explode. Good evening! Now: 'Destination Unknown: The Roundabout in Scranton, PA.' Total adventure.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
74-118 (L)
Barack Obama dishes with energy from the opening whistle! This certified GOAT candidate locked in!
Hulk heaves and misses! Should have heaved the hidden truth instead!
Jeffrey Dahmer with the errant pass! This elite player needs to settle down!
Brad Pitt overcommits and gets beat! Tendency to rush when reading the play!
Hulk takes off and kicks the stanchion! This household name losing composure!
Break! Hulk takes his jersey off before even reaching the locker room. Fun fact: Hulk is unbeatable at arm wrestling in the locker room. Even the center is scared. We're off again! The crowd chants the team's name.
Rey Mysterio misfires from downtown! The steel chair calibration needed!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this solid build, looks exhausted under the basket! The legs are gone!
Barack Obama with the lazy pass! Tendency to rush leading to easy points!
Barack Obama glares at the scoreboard! This franchise cornerstone not happy with the situation!
Rey Mysterio takes the loss hard! Hard as the canvas ring on a bad professional wrestler day!
Jeffrey Dahmer kicks his towel across the floor. Hulk has already left for the locker room, alone. I spent this game nervously chewing gum. I'm on my seventh piece. That's it. Up next: 'Anthony Bourdain Visits: The Park-and-Ride in Poughkeepsie.' Culture shock.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
85-130 (L)
Barack Obama attacks into position! This undisputed superstar not wasting any time!
Jeffrey Dahmer rattles it out! Shaking the field house with their service rifle intensity!
Jeffrey Dahmer penetrates the Spalding right to the defense! Costly mistake by this established star!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this versatile guy, gets blown by on the perimeter! Heavy feet in the legs!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this tweener, waves off the play call! Tendency to rush hurting the team!
Halftime! Rey Mysterio checks his stats on the board and winces. Intel: Rey Mysterio once called an imaginary timeout in the middle of a game. The ref actually hesitated. Here they come. Fresh as daisies. Or not. We'll find out soon enough.
A half-court heave by Jeffrey Dahmer facing the rim is way off! Tough night for this bonafide star!
Brad Pitt, this basketball god, making mistakes from exhaustion! The body is failing!
Hulk throws it into the stands! What was that from this first-ballot legend!
Rey Mysterio, this world-class player, yells at the coaching staff! Shaky emotions under pressure causing friction!
Rey Mysterio shakes hands through the pain! A professional wrestler who respects the steel chair and the game!
Barack Obama slams his fist on the bench. Jeffrey Dahmer places his palm flat, as if to calm the surface. Tonight I had a revelation: Jeffrey Dahmer runs exactly like my neighbor when he misses the bus. Thanks for the game! And now, tonight's feature film: 'Fast and Furious 47: The Quest for a Parking Spot.'
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
81-125 (L)
This undisputed superstar Hulk comes out aggressive! Opens with a scoop layup along the baseline!
Rey Mysterio bobbles and misses! Fumbling the basketball like it's a Monday morning!
Rey Mysterio fires away into a dead end from downtown! Turnover! Injury-prone body!
Hulk overcommits! Going all-in like a scientist on the hidden truth, but wrong!
Hulk, this combo guard, pounds the scorer's table! Lack of consistency on full display!
End of the first act. Jeffrey Dahmer is puffing like a steam engine heading back. Did you know? Jeffrey Dahmer has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. And we're off! The energy in the arena just went up a notch.
This potential GOAT Brad Pitt throws up a prayer back to the basket! Not answered!
Barack Obama barely gets back on defense! Moving like a community organizer on a Friday afternoon!
Barack Obama, this versatile guy, telegraphs the pass! Intercepted at the top of the key!
Hulk argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to discoverring the hidden truth!
Despite the loss, Barack Obama held their own with the neighborhood! The community organizer fought!
Jeffrey Dahmer presses his forehead against the tunnel glass. Rey Mysterio walks right past without noticing. Yours truly held it together all evening without a bathroom break. That's professionalism. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'What Would You Do: People Who Say Hello in the Elevator.' Exposing the truth.
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
83-128 (L)
This potential GOAT Barack Obama means business! Fast start under the basket!
A buzzer-beater from Jeffrey Dahmer sails wide! This jersey-selling name needs to regroup!
Turnover by Rey Mysterio! Slamming the canvas ring requires less coordination, clearly!
Jeffrey Dahmer gets caught flat-footed! This franchise guy beaten to the spot!
This undisputed superstar Barack Obama stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
That's a wrap for now. Brad Pitt dives into the tunnel. Word is Brad Pitt sleeps with his basketball shoes on. I can't confirm it, but the source is reliable. Resetting the counters for this second half. Well, not really.
Brad Pitt, this combo guard, can't get a half-court heave to drop! Cold as ice tonight!
Hulk needs oxygen! More winded than a scientist after overtime!
Hulk with the travel! Footwork confusion worthy of a lost scientist!
Jeffrey Dahmer sits on the bench for a moment! Resting like a soldier after a long shift!
Hulk sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a scientist after their lab notebook broke!
Hulk replays the score in his head on a loop. Barack Obama tries to think about something else. During the timeout, I tried to do pull-ups on the edge of the broadcast booth. Zero. Good evening! Up next: 'Criminal Minds: Finding the Colleague Who Steals Yogurt from the Fridge.'
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
74-119 (L)
Brad Pitt steps onto the floor! From greenlighting the risky picture to this, game time!
Rey Mysterio bricks another one! Building something awful with the steel chair tonight!
Barack Obama with the backcourt violation! A community organizer going backwards with the neighborhood!
Barack Obama watches helplessly! A community organizer watching the neighborhood fall off the shelf!
Hulk storms to the bench! This basketball god is visibly upset!
The players disappear into the tunnel. Jeffrey Dahmer asks for an ice pack. Little secret: Jeffrey Dahmer listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. Back to hostilities. Faces have changed in the locker room.
Rey Mysterio air-mails a bank shot from way beyond the arc! Way off for this certified bucket!
Brad Pitt, this smooth operator, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
Rey Mysterio dishes carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
This household name Barack Obama can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
Brad Pitt reflects on what could have been. Tendency to force bad shots the difference tonight.
Barack Obama watches the crowd file out in silence. Brad Pitt prefers not to look. On my end, the AC in the booth broke down. I sweated more than Brad Pitt. We're packing up. Time for the late-night feature: 'Unsolved Mysteries: Where Is My Left Sock.'
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
87-132 (L)
Barack Obama huddles with the team! Huddling up, the community organizer strategizes!
Rey Mysterio can't score in the first quarter! This professional wrestler is way off tonight!
Brad Pitt gets picked! A film producer getting the risky picture stolen in broad daylight!
This potential GOAT Brad Pitt gives up the offensive rebound! Sometimes predictable game when boxing out!
Barack Obama gets a technical for complaining! Limited stamina on full display!
Halftime. Brad Pitt's hair is completely soaked, like climbing out of a pool. True story: Brad Pitt had his parking spot stolen by San Antonio Skyscrapers's mascot. Still talks about it. Act two! The bench players are fired up, the starters too.
Hulk bricks it! Not the same accuracy as discoverring the hidden truth!
Jeffrey Dahmer, this do-it-all player, is drenched in sweat! Emptying the tank!
This guy everybody knows Jeffrey Dahmer loses concentration and the Spalding with it!
Hulk, this potential GOAT, refuses to high-five! Sometimes predictable game hurting the chemistry!
Jeffrey Dahmer absorbs the defeat! Taking it on the chin, a soldier knows tough days!
Brad Pitt looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. Jeffrey Dahmer looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. My evening in one word? Epic. In two words? Epic and loud. Thanks for the game! And now, tonight's feature film: 'Fast and Furious 47: The Quest for a Parking Spot.'
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
78-122 (L)
Brad Pitt comes out hot! Heated up and ready, the film producer means business!
Rey Mysterio launches a euro-step and... Airball! Ego the size of Texas at its peak!
Jeffrey Dahmer tries to be too fancy and loses the basketball! Occasional mental lapses in the decision-making!
This reliable star Rey Mysterio can't recover! Scored on from the left corner! Defense that's basically a suggestion!
Hulk, this smooth operator, throws the hands up! Exasperated at the top of the key!
Coach calls everyone back. Jeffrey Dahmer drags his feet toward the tunnel. Did you know? Jeffrey Dahmer has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. The players are back. The court had time to dry, at least.
This certified GOAT candidate Hulk muscles up a deep three but can't get it to fall!
Rey Mysterio fades away a step slower than usual! Sometimes predictable game in the tank!
This guy everybody knows Jeffrey Dahmer gets pickpocketed off the pick and roll! Sloppy handling!
This household name Barack Obama shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
Hulk walks off in silence. This guy with rings on every finger gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Barack Obama presses his forehead against the tunnel glass. Jeffrey Dahmer walks right past without noticing. During the break, I tried doing crunches behind the console. My back remembers. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Hulk.
Season Journal
Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome to what is probably going to be the most electric night of this season. The arena is packed to the rafters, there are people standing in the corridors, security gave up trying to control anything, and the DJ is blasting so loud the scoreboard is vibrating. We are here to talk about a legendary franchise. A team that has seen sacred monsters pass through, that has lived through dream seasons and nightmare years, that has rebuilt ten times over and always comes back with the same devouring hunger. The team with no name, baby!
If you paid for your ticket tonight, there's one reason and one reason only, and that reason's name is Hulk. The man is massive, marathon-runner cardio, and surgeon's hands. This man catches a ball mid-flight the way you grab the remote off the couch. Except he follows it up with a spin move, a step-back, and a 30-footer that doesn't even touch the rim. Nothing but net. Every single time. Like the basket is magnetized to the damn ball.
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.
And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Rey Mysterio. The man is a professional wrestler. A freaking professional wrestler. In a league where everybody is 6'8" and runs a 4.4 forty, he rolls up with steel chair and a suspicious amount of enthusiasm. His first instinct walking into the locker room? Ask where the coffee machine was. His second instinct? Try to dribble and bounce the ball straight into his own face. The teammates lost it. The coach just said "that's the kind of grit I was looking for." We still don't know if he was serious or completely hammered.
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 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Hulk.
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