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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 6 | New York Over-Timers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 7 | Denver Horse-Track | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 8 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 9 | Houston Blast-Off | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Phoenix No-Defense | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 5 | 10 | 10 |
| 12 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | My Team | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | Miami Heart-Attack | 1 | 14 | 2 |
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! Okay, we need to talk about the monster. Because there are players, and then there's Joseph Stalin. It's not the same category, it's not even the same damn sport. Standing at 168 cm, with footwork like a ballet dancer and a jumper purer than spring water. The kind of guy who drops 35 in three quarters, sits down on the bench in the fourth because he's bored, and pulls out his phone to check his stats on the Jumbotron. He's not a player, he's a statistical anomaly. 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 here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the cherry on top, the plot twist nobody saw coming: the coach recruited Benito Mussolini. A politician. To play professional basketball. I'll repeat for the people in the back: a politician, with their campaign podium, on an NBA hardwood. The guy showed up at his first practice asking where the locker rooms were... And went the wrong way. Twice. But the coach swears on everything holy that Benito Mussolini has "something." We don't know what exactly, but he has "something." In the meantime, the guy runs around like a headless chicken, confuses the public policy with the basketball, and has already racked up three technical fouls for trying to negotiate with the referee. The budget? Look, I've seen GoFundMe campaigns with more money. We're below the salary floor, which means the league is literally going to HAND them cash to hit the legal minimum. It's embarrassing, but it's also a plan: tank hard, finish last, snag the first overall pick, and rebuild. The problem is they've been tanking for three years and never landed the top pick. Bad luck has a name, and it's this damn franchise.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
77-121 (L)
Benito Mussolini lands the first hook shot! First blood! The politician strikes first!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt misses! Even a statesperson can't fix that shot!
Joseph Stalin trips up in the top of the key! A revolutionary never trips at work... Right?
Winston Churchill caught flat-footed! Standing still, the statesperson reflexes took a nap!
Adolf Hitler, this household name, refuses to high-five! Ego the size of Texas hurting the chemistry!
Halftime whistle. Benito Mussolini flops into the first available chair. Anecdote: Benito Mussolini lost a bet and had to wear the center's shoes during warm-ups. Size 16. Back on the court. The coach changed the starting five, that'll be a surprise.
Adolf Hitler gets blocked! Rejected harder than a soldier's worst day on the job!
Winston Churchill calls for the sub! Even a statesperson's stamina with their diplomatic pouch has limits!
Benito Mussolini charges right into the defender! Turnover! Ego the size of Texas when controlling pace!
Adolf Hitler argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to defending the front line!
This generational talent Franklin Delano Roosevelt congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this generational talent.
Winston Churchill has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Franklin Delano Roosevelt has aged ten years in forty minutes. My evening in one word? Epic. In two words? Epic and loud. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, it's 'Who Wants to Marry My Goldfish.' Good luck with that.
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
96-95 (W)
Winston Churchill fires up the crowd to open the game! This all-time great starting strong!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, this household name, shuts down the play from way beyond the arc! Lockdown defender!
Winston Churchill, this smooth operator, double-clutches and misses! Indecision from this first-ballot legend!
This all-time great Benito Mussolini goes to work facing the rim! A hook shot drops beautifully!
Winston Churchill fades away to the right spot! Natural-born leadership off-ball movement!
Break. The coach is yelling in the tunnel, Benito Mussolini picks up the pace. Anecdote: Benito Mussolini fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. Back for seconds. The court is shining, and so are the players.
Benito Mussolini rises for the clutch rebound! Rising to the occasion, classic politician!
Joseph Stalin, this short king, locks down the attacker! A gym-rat work ethic on the defensive end!
Benito Mussolini in a boiling cauldron! This absolute legend has been waiting for this stage!
Joseph Stalin with the biggest play of the game! A catch-and-shoot triple from downtown!
Benito Mussolini, this solid build, salutes the faithful! A salute to the fans! What a night!
Joseph Stalin charges toward the crowd. Benito Mussolini catches him just before he dives into the stands. Yours truly held it together all evening without a bathroom break. That's professionalism. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Planet Earth: Exploring the World from My Couch.' Immersive documentary.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
101-97 (W)
This guy with rings on every finger Franklin Delano Roosevelt comes out firing! A floater in the first minute!
Adolf Hitler with the chase-down flawless defensive rotation! Running like a soldier chasing the front line!
Joseph Stalin with a rough euro-step driving to the hoop! Defense that's basically a suggestion at the worst time!
Adolf Hitler drives the Wilson into a buzzer-beater! Iron discipline shining through!
Benito Mussolini sets up the play three passes ahead! Three moves ahead, like a politician at work!
Break. Winston Churchill asks the medical staff for coffee. Request denied. Rumor has it Winston Churchill tried to recruit the pizza delivery guy for the team. The guy was 6'9". We pick up right where we left off. Time to play.
Winston Churchill scores the go-ahead! Leading from the front, true statesperson mentality!
This living legend Benito Mussolini with a critical stop! A rebound in traffic when it counts!
Standing room only! A Playoff atmosphere as Winston Churchill takes over in the paint!
Winston Churchill delivers on a clutch free throw! A statesperson who always delivers on time!
Joseph Stalin dribbles into the tunnel with the W! This once-in-a-lifetime player all smiles!
Joseph Stalin mimes popping a champagne bottle. Winston Churchill mimes chugging straight from it. My evening? A microphone, cold coffee, and the greatest show on earth. What more could you ask for. Sleep tight! Coming up: 'Forensic Files: Who Finished the Milk Without Telling Anyone.'
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
105-88 (W)
Franklin Delano Roosevelt looks dialed in from the start! Freakish explosiveness preparation showing!
Winston Churchill knocks down a layup at the top of the key! Ice in the veins!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, this combo guard, recovers and contests! Never-give-up effort fueled by natural-born leadership!
This living legend Benito Mussolini with the wraparound pass! How did that get through!
Benito Mussolini goes small-ball! Adapting like a politician who reads the room!
Into the tunnel. Winston Churchill grabs a banana on the way and devours it. Rumor has it Winston Churchill talks to his basketball in the locker room. Nobody dares say it's weird. Back in action! The coach got the message across.
This household name Benito Mussolini with a picture-perfect free throw! The crowd goes wild!
Social media explodes with Winston Churchill's their diplomatic pouch highlights! Viral statesperson content!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt communicates on the switch! Clear as a statesperson's directions!
Watch Benito Mussolini move! The footwork of a politician navigating the public policy!
Winston Churchill gets the post-game interview! 'It's like navigating the political storm,' they say!
Joseph Stalin and Benito Mussolini act out a movie scene where they reunite in slow motion. The crowd is dying. During the game, my colleague ordered sushi. It arrived at the final buzzer. Perfect timing. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
94-100 (L)
Franklin Delano Roosevelt opens with a finger roll! This franchise cornerstone making an early statement!
Adolf Hitler launches from deep and misses! A soldier's range doesn't apply here!
Winston Churchill loses the orange in traffic! This household name can't afford that!
Joseph Stalin gets posterized! A revolutionary framed by their bare hands in the worst way!
Adolf Hitler with the teardrop step-back three! Beautiful as a soldier's finest the front line!
Halftime. Winston Churchill glances at his phone for two seconds and puts it back. Confession: Winston Churchill calls mom after every loss. And every win. And also on Tuesdays. Both teams return with fresh instructions from the coach.
Joseph Stalin kicks the air! The frustration of a revolutionary who knows they can do better!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, this certified GOAT candidate, comes up empty! A buzzer-beater off target at half court!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt baits the defender! Got them hook, line, and sinker!
Adolf Hitler is gassed! More tired than after a full day of defending the front line!
Benito Mussolini, this undisputed superstar, takes the loss hard. Sometimes predictable game at the wrong moments.
Winston Churchill turns back to look at the court one last time. Benito Mussolini doesn't turn around. My evening? I spent it holding back tears. Of joy? Of exhaustion? Both. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
90-108 (L)
The palace of hoops welcomes Joseph Stalin! The revolutionary with the game has arrived!
Benito Mussolini spins the Spalding into nothing! Injury-prone body on full display tonight!
Adolf Hitler turns it over at right from the tip-off! A soldier dropping their service rifle at the worst time!
Joseph Stalin gets blown by! Even a revolutionary couldn't stop that!
Adolf Hitler hooks it in! The arc of a soldier swinging their service rifle!
That's a cut. Joseph Stalin stumbles slightly reaching the locker room. Did you know? Joseph Stalin once signed an autograph for a referee. During the game. Mid free-throw. Jump ball to restart. Let the second half begin!
Benito Mussolini mouths off and picks up a T! Lack of consistency taking over!
Winston Churchill misfires on the floater! Too much float, the statesperson touch abandoned them!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt positions perfectly in the low post! Placement of their diplomatic pouch on the political storm!
Winston Churchill grabs the jersey for air! Needs more air than their diplomatic pouch in the workshop!
Winston Churchill sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a statesperson after their diplomatic pouch broke!
Adolf Hitler lets out a nervous laugh that sends chills down your spine. Winston Churchill decides not to comment. On my end, I ate a hot dog so disgusting I'd classify it as a traumatic experience. Until next time! Up next: 'Kitchen Nightmares: Corporate Cafeteria.' This is gonna be good.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
84-121 (L)
Benito Mussolini checks in for the first play! Clocking in for the shift, let's work!
Winston Churchill can't get it to fall! Gravity treats the ball differently than the political storm!
Adolf Hitler loses the ball! A soldier would never be this careless!
Winston Churchill, this all-around player, gets exploited in the switch! Heavy feet exposed in the mismatch!
Winston Churchill, this guy with rings on every finger, yells at the coaching staff! Shaky emotions under pressure causing friction!
Break! Winston Churchill grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. True story: Winston Churchill walked into the wrong locker room during his first game against Toronto Border-Patrol. Awkward. Act two! The bench players are fired up, the starters too.
Adolf Hitler fades away and fires but misses everything! Injury-prone body tonight!
Winston Churchill short-arms the shot from fatigue! This all-time great has nothing left!
Benito Mussolini loses possession! The public policy never leaves a politician's hands like that!
This living legend Adolf Hitler stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
Despite the loss, Benito Mussolini held their own with the public policy! The politician fought!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt isolates in a corner, back against the wall. Winston Churchill tries to talk. He raises a hand to say no. On my end, I ate peanuts through the entire third quarter. Salt is my drug of choice. We're signing off. And now: 'Musical Chairs: Subway Seat Edition.' Winner takes all.
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
100-114 (L)
Benito Mussolini gets the starting nod! A politician starting with their campaign podium confidence!
This guy with rings on every finger Franklin Delano Roosevelt misses the mark! A tear drop goes begging driving to the hoop!
This absolute legend Franklin Delano Roosevelt with turnover number lengths ahead! Shaky emotions under pressure is piling up!
Adolf Hitler gets back-doored! Didn't see it, like not seeing the front line behind their service rifle!
This all-time great Joseph Stalin punishes the defense with a deep three at the top of the key!
Halftime whistle. Franklin Delano Roosevelt flops into the first available chair. Did you know? Franklin Delano Roosevelt tried to become a rapper before basketball. The world dodged a bullet. Both teams return. You can tell the coach gave them an earful.
Winston Churchill vents at their teammates! The statesperson who vents about the political storm!
Joseph Stalin bricks it! Not the same accuracy as competing the game!
Benito Mussolini uses that politician IQ on the court! Tactical brilliance!
Winston Churchill, this versatile guy, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
Adolf Hitler, this hall-of-fame lock, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Joseph Stalin sighs so loudly that the reporters hear it. Adolf Hitler winces. On my end, I ate peanuts through the entire third quarter. Salt is my drug of choice. Alright, good night! Up next: 'Secret Life of Your Mailman.' Episode 47.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
90-118 (L)
This basketball god Benito Mussolini in the starting lineup! Let's see what this basketball god brings!
A half-court heave from Adolf Hitler sails wide! This living legend needs to regroup!
Winston Churchill, this smooth operator, gets stripped at half court! Hot head exposed!
Winston Churchill, this combo guard, gets blown by on the perimeter! Ego the size of Texas in the legs!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, this all-around player, showcases insane court vision with a gorgeous free throw!
The locker room. Franklin Delano Roosevelt sprawls out full-length on the bench. The staff told me Franklin Delano Roosevelt sings in the shower. Badly. Very badly. Break's over, the players take their positions.
Joseph Stalin glares at the Spalding! Like it personally betrayed this revolutionary!
This basketball god Winston Churchill throws up a prayer back to the basket! Not answered!
Winston Churchill schemes with the coaching staff! Plotting the next move, true statesperson!
Benito Mussolini, this living legend, making mistakes from exhaustion! The body is failing!
Adolf Hitler looks at the scoreboard one last time! Numbers don't lie for a soldier!
Winston Churchill hurls his water bottle at the wall. Benito Mussolini flinches but doesn't react. Behind the scenes, I learned Benito Mussolini was also a revolutionary in a past life. You can feel it in the game. Alright, good evening! Now it's 'Love Is in the Parking Lot.' Romance guaranteed.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
86-130 (L)
Game time! Benito Mussolini and this first-ballot legend ready to put on a show at the palace of hoops!
Adolf Hitler shanks it from the paint! Defending the front line uses different muscles!
Winston Churchill dunks into a trap! Heavy feet when reading the defense!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt beaten off the dribble! Quicker than the political storm slipping from a statesperson!
Adolf Hitler glares at the scoreboard! This generational talent not happy with the situation!
Rest time. Franklin Delano Roosevelt isolates in a corner of the locker room, headphones on. Little secret: Franklin Delano Roosevelt watches cat videos between quarters. Says it's relaxing. Both teams retake the floor. The best may be yet to come.
Benito Mussolini misses the layup! Even the public policy would have gone in easier!
Winston Churchill grimaces through the effort! The grimace of a statesperson finishing the political storm!
Adolf Hitler throws it into traffic! Reckless pass, the soldier got too confident!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt drops the head after another miss! Limited stamina sapping the confidence!
Joseph Stalin fought but fell short! Just out of reach, the revolutionary gave everything!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt is the last one off the court, shoulders hunched. Adolf Hitler waits at the tunnel entrance. Fun fact: my driver has been waiting in the parking lot for an hour. He's sent me 14 messages. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'American Idol: Accountant Edition.' Singing, dancing, and spreadsheets.
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
88-132 (L)
Benito Mussolini starts in the sixth man! Playing the sixth man the way a politician plays with their campaign podium!
The rim rejects Winston Churchill! The rim says no! Even a statesperson gets rejected sometimes!
Joseph Stalin gets picked! A revolutionary getting the game stolen in broad daylight!
Benito Mussolini gives up the back door! Lack of consistency when overplaying!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt buries their face! Hidden from view, the statesperson can't watch!
End of the second quarter. Franklin Delano Roosevelt is breathing so loud you can hear it from here. Rumor has it Franklin Delano Roosevelt has been wearing the same lucky underwear for three seasons. The medical staff is concerned. The buzzer calls the players. Time for the show, act II.
Adolf Hitler misses at the buzzer! A soldier who missed the deadline!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt needs oxygen! More winded than a statesperson after overtime!
Benito Mussolini lets fly carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
Joseph Stalin slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a revolutionary hits the workbench!
This all-time great Joseph Stalin tips the hat to the winner. Respect despite the pain.
Benito Mussolini snaps at the bench on his way out. Winston Churchill says nothing, but his look says everything. During the game, my colleague ordered sushi. It arrived at the final buzzer. Perfect timing. Good night everyone! Up next: 'Worst Cooks in America: Boiling an Egg Without Breaking It.' Challenge accepted.
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
83-128 (L)
Winston Churchill announces themselves! The statesperson has arrived and the building knows it!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt can't convert the open shot! Navigating the political storm is way easier!
Benito Mussolini, this do-it-all player, gets called for the carry! Lack of consistency in ball-handling!
This generational talent Franklin Delano Roosevelt fouls reaching in! Sometimes predictable game on defense!
Benito Mussolini, this solid build, throws the hands up! Exasperated along the baseline!
Halftime! Joseph Stalin is limping slightly heading off the court. Confession: Joseph Stalin tried yoga. Lasted two sessions before declaring it a combat sport. Second half! The hardwood is about to shake again.
Adolf Hitler misses badly! Should have aimed like they aim their service rifle at the front line!
This all-time great Adolf Hitler has heavy legs! The pace has been brutal!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt commits the live-ball turnover! Their diplomatic pouch would be ashamed!
Joseph Stalin looks to the heavens! A revolutionary praying for their bare hands to work!
Winston Churchill shakes hands through the pain! A statesperson who respects their diplomatic pouch and the game!
Winston Churchill looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. Joseph Stalin looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. Your commentator lost his press badge during the game. I had to climb over a barrier. That's a wrap! And now, the network's masterpiece: 'My Cat, My Battle.' Don't miss the finale.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
75-119 (L)
Adolf Hitler takes the floor with that look in his eyes! He came to play tonight!
Winston Churchill takes a tough off-balance shot and it doesn't go! Ego the size of Texas in shot selection!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt takes off into a dead end from the right corner! Turnover! Limited stamina!
Adolf Hitler overcommits! Going all-in like a soldier on the front line, but wrong!
Benito Mussolini storms to the bench! Heated! This politician doesn't handle losing well!
Well-deserved break. Adolf Hitler looks like someone who just ran a marathon. Intel: Adolf Hitler asked Boston Ring-Chasers for their energy drink recipe. They refused. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
Joseph Stalin, this short king, bobbles the leather and the chance evaporates at half court!
Benito Mussolini grabs the shorts! This household name is running on fumes!
Joseph Stalin, this pint-sized baller, commits the travel! Sometimes predictable game in the footwork!
Joseph Stalin, this little guy, waves off the play call! Hot head hurting the team!
Adolf Hitler sits alone on the bench. This first-ballot legend processing the defeat.
Winston Churchill watches the crowd file out in silence. Franklin Delano Roosevelt prefers not to look. I tried to take a selfie with the court in the background. My thumb is over the lens. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, it's 'Who Wants to Marry My Goldfish.' Good luck with that.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
88-122 (L)
Joseph Stalin dishes with energy from the opening whistle! This living legend locked in!
Winston Churchill, this versatile guy, wastes a golden chance with a wild sky hook!
This living legend Adolf Hitler dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
Adolf Hitler gets posted up and scored on! This absolute legend overpowered!
Benito Mussolini, this smooth operator, pounds the scorer's table! Limited stamina on full display!
Break time. Joseph Stalin bolts to the locker room without looking at anyone. Staff confession: Joseph Stalin is afraid of pigeons. Not 7-foot centers, no. Pigeons. Resumption imminent. The players wrap up their express warm-up.
This once-in-a-lifetime player Adolf Hitler whiffs on a buzzer beater! The crowd groans!
Joseph Stalin mops their face! Sweating more than when competing the game!
Intercepted! Franklin Delano Roosevelt's pass snatched right out of the air! A statesperson would never be that careless!
Adolf Hitler pounds the scorer's table! Frustrated! The soldier in them is showing!
Adolf Hitler walks the tunnel in silence! Done for the night, back to soldier life tomorrow!
Benito Mussolini's eyes are red, jaw tight. Winston Churchill apologizes to the coach, voice cracking. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. That was beautiful. And now: 'House Hunters International: 90-Square-Foot Studio, Wall View.' A steal.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
80-113 (L)
Adolf Hitler steps onto the gymnasium! From defending the front line to this, game time!
Winston Churchill misfires from mid-range! Even this household name has off nights!
Adolf Hitler dribbles it off their foot! Their service rifle would never betray a soldier like that!
This generational talent Joseph Stalin can't recover! Scored on driving to the hoop! Hot head!
Winston Churchill mouths off at late in the quarter! A statesperson venting about the political storm!
The players leave the court. Benito Mussolini clings to the tunnel railing. Rumor has it Benito Mussolini talks to his basketball in the locker room. Nobody dares say it's weird. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
Adolf Hitler can't find the range! Their service rifle has better accuracy than that!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt misses from fatigue! Tired arms from navigating the political storm all week!
Benito Mussolini throws it away! A pass worse than a politician tossing the public policy!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the statesperson will bounce back!
Joseph Stalin consoles teammates! The heart of a revolutionary in that moment!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Winston Churchill has aged ten years in forty minutes. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. Good night! Up next: 'America's Got Talent: Mouth Noises Edition.' The judges are baffled.
My Team finishes #15 (3W-12L). Better luck next season! MVP: Joseph Stalin.
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!
Okay, we need to talk about the monster. Because there are players, and then there's Joseph Stalin. It's not the same category, it's not even the same damn sport. Standing at 168 cm, with footwork like a ballet dancer and a jumper purer than spring water. The kind of guy who drops 35 in three quarters, sits down on the bench in the fourth because he's bored, and pulls out his phone to check his stats on the Jumbotron. He's not a player, he's a statistical anomaly.
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 here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the cherry on top, the plot twist nobody saw coming: the coach recruited Benito Mussolini. A politician. To play professional basketball. I'll repeat for the people in the back: a politician, with their campaign podium, on an NBA hardwood. The guy showed up at his first practice asking where the locker rooms were... And went the wrong way. Twice. But the coach swears on everything holy that Benito Mussolini has "something." We don't know what exactly, but he has "something." In the meantime, the guy runs around like a headless chicken, confuses the public policy with the basketball, and has already racked up three technical fouls for trying to negotiate with the referee.
The budget? Look, I've seen GoFundMe campaigns with more money. We're below the salary floor, which means the league is literally going to HAND them cash to hit the legal minimum. It's embarrassing, but it's also a plan: tank hard, finish last, snag the first overall pick, and rebuild. The problem is they've been tanking for three years and never landed the top pick. Bad luck has a name, and it's this damn franchise.
My Team finishes #15 (3W-12L). Better luck next season! MVP: Joseph Stalin.
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