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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 15 | 0 | 30 |
| 2 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Denver Horse-Track | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 5 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 6 | New York Over-Timers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 7 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 8 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 9 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 10 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 12 | Houston Blast-Off | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Phoenix No-Defense | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 15 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 16 | dream leam | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Shut the hell up for two seconds and listen to that sound. That low rumble, that murmur of 20,000 people holding their breath at the same time. That's the sound of an arena that knows tonight is going to be something. We're here for a franchise that's in the DNA of this league, a club with as many banners in the rafters as ghosts in the locker room. Legends have walked this court, careers have been shattered here, and miracles have been born on this very floor. Tonight, we write the next chapter. Ladies and gentlemen... Dream leam! Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Michelangelo 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. And the most terrifying thing about him? It's not the stats, it's not the size, it's the calm. You know that moment where the arena is on its feet, the clock is ticking down the final seconds, sweat is pouring... And he's just chewing his gum like he's waiting for the bus? Then he loads up. And drains it. Stone cold. In front of 20,000 people on the verge of cardiac arrest. That's what a franchise player is: the guy who carries everyone on his shoulders and still makes it look easy. And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Goofy. The man is an amateur. A freaking amateur. In a league where everybody is 6'8" and runs a 4.4 forty, he rolls up with bare hands 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. Let's talk money. We'll keep it short because there ain't any. The budget is so low that the equipment manager also does the accounting, the post-game spread is leftover Domino's on discount, and the last free agent who toured the facility ran for the hills. But damn it, these guys don't care. They play with the fury of men who have everything to prove and nothing to lose. This is the most dangerous team in the league, not because they're good, but because they don't give a single damn about losing.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
81-126 (L)
Pablo Escobar stretches center court! Loosening up, the politician is getting ready!
Michelangelo fires and misses from along the baseline. Should have stuck with the bold facade!
Michelangelo loses the Wilson! An architect would never be this careless!
Albert Einstein reacts too late to rotate! Lack of consistency on the help side!
This certified GOAT candidate Pablo Escobar shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
Break. Albert Einstein collapses next to the vending machine. Did you know Albert Einstein keeps a photo of his dog in his right shoe? It's a Bichon. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
A layup from Michelangelo hits the iron! Injury-prone body under the spotlight!
J. Cole short-arms the shot from fatigue! This up-and-coming baller has nothing left!
Albert Einstein commits the live-ball turnover! Their prototype sketch would be ashamed!
This certified bucket Goofy can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
Albert Einstein walks off in defeat! Even an inventor's skills couldn't save tonight!
Pablo Escobar stares at the floor while J. Cole mutters something inaudible under his breath. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. Good night! Up next: 'My 600-Lb Neighbor: He Makes Noise at 3 AM.' Shocking testimonies.
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
90-100 (L)
Goofy, this do-it-all player, sets the tone immediately! Insane court vision from the jump!
Off the mark for Michelangelo! Great architect, not so great at basketball tonight!
Pablo Escobar turns it over on the decisive possession! A politician dropping their campaign podium at the worst time!
J. Cole gets screened out of the play! This league veteran lost in traffic!
Albert Einstein finishes through contact! Built tough from handling their prototype sketch!
Both teams head in. Pablo Escobar has a red mark on his cheek from an elbow. Anecdote: Pablo Escobar fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. Back at it! The coach said two words. Two words that were enough.
Michelangelo slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than an architect hits the workbench!
This name that's buzzing J. Cole shanks a reverse layup back to the basket! That's uncharacteristic!
Pablo Escobar schemes with the coaching staff! Plotting the next move, true politician!
Pablo Escobar digs deep! Deep as a politician digs into the public policy!
J. Cole walks off in silence. This league veteran gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Pablo Escobar sits on the floor in the hallway. J. Cole sits down next to him. Nobody speaks. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'American Idol: Accountant Edition.' Singing, dancing, and spreadsheets.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
93-102 (L)
This name that's buzzing J. Cole means business! Fast start at the buzzer!
J. Cole, this smooth operator, gets the look from downtown but the lid's on the rim!
Michelangelo botches the handoff! Even their drafting compass exchanges go smoother!
Goofy, this do-it-all player, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over ego the size of Texas!
Albert Einstein hits the pull-up jumper! The elevation of an inventor lifting their prototype sketch!
Back to the locker room. J. Cole punches his locker. Little scoop: J. Cole collects Pokemon cards. That Charizard is worth more than his first contract. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
This dude putting the league on notice J. Cole fouls hard out of frustration! Lack of consistency showing!
Pablo Escobar misfires from downtown! Even this generational talent has off nights!
Goofy rises up to the weak side! This big-name player exploiting the rotation!
Pablo Escobar takes the rest play! Even a politician needs a breather!
This potential GOAT Pablo Escobar congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this potential GOAT.
Goofy's eyes are glassy. Albert Einstein mumbles 'we'll get them next time' without believing it. On my end, I ate peanuts through the entire third quarter. Salt is my drug of choice. And now, a brand new episode of 'Desperately Seeking My Cat.' Good night, everyone.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
90-121 (L)
And we're underway! Pablo Escobar touches the basketball first! This all-time great looks eager!
Goofy forces a buzzer-beater from the right corner! This jersey-selling name trying too hard!
Albert Einstein with the backcourt violation! An inventor going backwards with the status quo!
This top-tier talent Goofy bites on the fake! Beaten under the basket!
Michelangelo handles the Wilson like their drafting compass. A double-clutch layup facing the rim! The precision of an architect!
Both teams head in. J. Cole has a red mark on his cheek from an elbow. Rumor has it J. Cole tried to recruit the pizza delivery guy for the team. The guy was 6'9". The show goes on. Players take position. Silence. Whistle.
Michelangelo argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to designing the bold facade!
Pablo Escobar misses from the corner! Along the baseline is no place for their campaign podium!
Pablo Escobar reads the defense like a book! Perfect play call from this politician!
Pablo Escobar asks for the ball to slow the pace! This guy with rings on every finger needs air!
Michelangelo shakes hands through the pain! An architect who respects their drafting compass and the game!
Albert Einstein's lip is trembling. Michelangelo dodges the cameras by pulling up his hood. I spent the fourth quarter standing. Not by choice. My chair gave out in the third. That's a wrap! And now, the network's masterpiece: 'My Cat, My Battle.' Don't miss the finale.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
93-124 (L)
Michelangelo bounces the pill pre-game! Getting that rhythm going!
Albert Einstein misses the bunny! An inventor dropping the status quo from point-blank!
J. Cole, this combo guard, gets stripped back to the basket! Sometimes predictable game exposed!
Pablo Escobar beaten to the spot! Slower than a politician on a Monday morning!
This league veteran J. Cole with a cold-blooded hook shot! No conscience!
Break. Goofy collapses on the locker room floor, arms spread wide. Quick anecdote about Goofy: apparently he eats pasta with ketchup before every game. To each their own ritual. Both teams retake the hardwood. Everything is still up for grabs.
Goofy, this tweener, waves off the play call! Limited stamina hurting the team!
J. Cole, this player making noise, with the shot-clock heave! No good from the left corner!
Michelangelo creates the switch! Smooth adjustment, architect-level thinking!
Pablo Escobar finds a second wind! The politician engine roars back to life!
Michelangelo hangs their head! An architect who gave everything they had!
Goofy's face is locked shut, zero emotion. Albert Einstein hides his eyes under a towel. I spent the evening standing up and sitting down every thirty seconds. My Fitbit is congratulating me. That was beautiful. And now: 'House Hunters International: 90-Square-Foot Studio, Wall View.' A steal.
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
93-126 (L)
Albert Einstein steps onto the arena! From revolutionizing the status quo to this, game time!
Michelangelo attacks but the shot rims out! Injury-prone body rears its ugly head!
Intercepted! Michelangelo's pass snatched right out of the air! An architect would never be that careless!
Pablo Escobar, this smooth operator, gets exploited in the switch! Shaky emotions under pressure exposed in the mismatch!
Michelangelo shakes their head! An architect who can't believe that just happened!
Finally a breather. J. Cole has calf cramps, the physio rushes over. Exclusive info: J. Cole is banned for life from the McDonald's near the arena. The details remain murky. The show goes on. Players take position. Silence. Whistle.
J. Cole launches a double-clutch layup and... Airball! Limited stamina at its peak!
Pablo Escobar, this first-ballot legend, making mistakes from exhaustion! The body is failing!
This household name Albert Einstein gets pickpocketed in transition! Sloppy handling!
J. Cole slams the basketball in frustration! Limited stamina on full display!
Pablo Escobar explodes past the media. This household name not in the mood to talk.
Pablo Escobar sits on the floor in the hallway. J. Cole sits down next to him. Nobody speaks. During the game, I counted how many times I said 'incredible.' Seventeen. A personal record. We're out. Up next: 'Say Yes to the Dress: Budget Three Fifty, Theme: Elastic.' Good luck.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
87-131 (L)
This household name Albert Einstein opens the scoring! A euro-step! Early advantage!
J. Cole, this solid build, gets stuffed trying a layup! Denied!
Goofy, this all-around player, commits the travel! Lack of consistency in the footwork!
Pablo Escobar bites on the pump fake! This living legend sent flying in the paint!
Michelangelo walks away muttering! Muttering about the bold facade under their breath!
That's a wrap for now. Pablo Escobar dives into the tunnel. Exclusive info: Pablo Escobar is banned for life from the McDonald's near the arena. The details remain murky. Back to hostilities. Faces have changed in the locker room.
Albert Einstein misses! Even an inventor can't fix that shot!
Pablo Escobar powers through! The politician in them won't quit on the public policy!
This potential GOAT Pablo Escobar commits the 5-second violation! Clock management lack of consistency!
J. Cole glares at the scoreboard! This seasoned vet not happy with the situation!
This established player J. Cole leaves the gymnasium with head held high. Fought to the end.
Pablo Escobar clenches his left fist, unclenches, clenches again. J. Cole fidgets with his wristband nervously. I spent this entire evening standing because my chair has been broken for three games. Nobody fixes it. Until next time! Up next: 'Kitchen Nightmares: Corporate Cafeteria.' This is gonna be good.
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
97-115 (L)
Albert Einstein comes out hot! Heated up and ready, the inventor means business!
Albert Einstein dunks the pill awkwardly! The touch just isn't there for this hall-of-fame lock!
Michelangelo dribbles it off their foot! Their drafting compass would never betray an architect like that!
J. Cole gets posted up and scored on! This well-respected player overpowered!
Michelangelo hits the mid-range! The sweet spot, just like their drafting compass placement!
The locker room. Albert Einstein sprawls out full-length on the bench. Did you know Albert Einstein started basketball because he was terrible at soccer? Sometimes failure leads to greatness. The players are back. Some look fresh, others... Not so much.
Pablo Escobar gets a technical for complaining! Shaky emotions under pressure on full display!
J. Cole, this seasoned vet, fumbles the finish from the left corner! Back to the drawing board!
Michelangelo dishes the ball out of the trap! Natural-born leadership under pressure!
J. Cole, this versatile guy, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
J. Cole reflects on what could have been. Ego the size of Texas the difference tonight.
Pablo Escobar stares at the floor while J. Cole mutters something inaudible under his breath. My evening in one word? Epic. In two words? Epic and loud. We're wrapping up the mics. Up next: 'Chopped: Tupperware Lunch at the Office Edition.'
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
82-116 (L)
The game begins and Goofy is ready! You can see that dawg mentality written all over his face!
Albert Einstein misfires in the paint! Their prototype sketch calibration needed!
Goofy with a wild pass that sails out! This multi-time All-Star giving it away!
This global icon Michelangelo misjudges the passing lane! Easy assist through!
This elite player Goofy hangs the head after the miss! Deflated from downtown!
Halftime. Michelangelo throws his towel on the floor walking in. Anecdote: Michelangelo threw up before his first pro game. No more pre-game burgers ever since. Second half! The crowd is on its feet, and so are the players.
Goofy with the off-balance buzzer beater! This certified bucket couldn't set the feet!
J. Cole, this legit talent, with the tired turnover! Legs and mind fatigued!
Pablo Escobar with the lazy pass! Sometimes predictable game leading to easy points!
J. Cole drives the towel! This solid pro showing injury-prone body!
J. Cole, this player making noise, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Michelangelo taps the tunnel wall as if trying to pass through it. Goofy walks through the door without pushing it. Final confession: I still don't know how to pronounce Michelangelo's name. Forgive me. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
84-114 (L)
Albert Einstein explodes with energy from the opening whistle! This once-in-a-lifetime player locked in!
Pablo Escobar misfires from the right corner! This generational talent searching for answers!
Michelangelo gets picked! An architect getting the bold facade stolen in broad daylight!
Pablo Escobar left in the dust! Even a politician moves faster than that!
J. Cole attacks and kicks the stanchion! This respected competitor losing composure!
The locker room. Pablo Escobar sprawls out full-length on the bench. Anecdote: Pablo Escobar fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. We resume. Eyes locked in, jaws clenched.
J. Cole drives and fires but misses everything! Shaky emotions under pressure tonight!
Michelangelo, this do-it-all player, with tired legs from the right corner! Hot head slowing this franchise cornerstone down!
Sloppy handling by Albert Einstein! Revolutionizing the status quo is done with more finesse!
This hall-of-fame lock Albert Einstein gets into it with the opponent! Tempers flaring!
This headliner Goofy shakes hands and moves on. In the end, occasional mental lapses proved costly.
Michelangelo has bags under his eyes that weren't there before the game. Goofy has aged ten years in forty minutes. On my end, I discovered the arena's coffee machine was broken. The game nearly went uncommentated. Good night everyone! Up next: 'Worst Cooks in America: Boiling an Egg Without Breaking It.' Challenge accepted.
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
75-118 (L)
Pablo Escobar opens with an off-balance shot! This potential GOAT making an early statement!
Michelangelo heaves and misses! Should have heaved the bold facade instead!
Stolen from Pablo Escobar! A politician who let it slip through their fingers!
Goofy, this do-it-all player, lets the shooter get free in transition! Costly lapse!
J. Cole, this do-it-all player, shows negative body language! Limited stamina creeping in!
Coach calls everyone back. Michelangelo drags his feet toward the tunnel. Anecdote: Michelangelo slipped on a banana peel during practice. The videos leaked. The internet never forgets. Let's go. The arena rumbles, the players answer.
Brick! Albert Einstein misfires from the right corner! Ego the size of Texas at the worst time!
Michelangelo calls for the sub! Even an architect's stamina with their drafting compass has limits!
Pablo Escobar throws it into the stands! What was that from this basketball god!
Michelangelo mouths off at right from the tip-off! An architect venting about the bold facade!
J. Cole fires away to the tunnel in disappointment. This league veteran will learn from this.
Albert Einstein isolates in a corner, back against the wall. Michelangelo tries to talk. He raises a hand to say no. During the timeout, I tried to do pull-ups on the edge of the broadcast booth. Zero. We're out! And now, 'House Hunters: Broom Closet Edition.' Cozy open concept.
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
78-122 (L)
This all-time great Albert Einstein comes out firing! A buzzer-beater in the first minute!
Goofy crosses over but overcooks it! Shaky emotions under pressure showing up again!
J. Cole with the errant pass! This dude putting the league on notice needs to settle down!
Goofy loses the screen battle! Sometimes predictable game around the picks!
This living legend Michelangelo throws an elbow in frustration! Sometimes predictable game on full display!
End of the first half. Albert Einstein is beet red but still standing. Did you know Albert Einstein once tried to start an ASMR podcast of sneaker squeaks on the hardwood? One episode. Deleted. The players are back on the court. Here we go again!
Pablo Escobar, this versatile guy, gets the separation but can't finish! Heavy feet!
Michelangelo needs oxygen! More winded than an architect after overtime!
J. Cole, this smooth operator, gets called for the carry! Shaky emotions under pressure in ball-handling!
Pablo Escobar drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a politician's spirit has limits!
Albert Einstein walks the tunnel in silence! Done for the night, back to inventor life tomorrow!
Pablo Escobar stares at the floor while J. Cole mutters something inaudible under his breath. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. Thanks everyone! And now: 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians: Season 312.' They will never stop.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
87-127 (L)
Pablo Escobar sets the tone early! The politician came to play tonight!
J. Cole misses the open look! This next-level player can't believe it! Defense that's basically a suggestion!
Michelangelo with the bad read! Misreading the play like misreading the bold facade!
Pablo Escobar gets crossed over! Ankles broken like the public policy on a rough day!
Pablo Escobar storms to the bench! Heated! This politician doesn't handle losing well!
Rest. Pablo Escobar buries his head in a wet towel and doesn't move. Did you know Pablo Escobar entered the dunk contest... At 5'9"? Courage knows no height. The locker room empties, the court fills up. Act 2.
Albert Einstein misses the runner! Stick to the day job, buddy!
J. Cole bends over during the dead ball! This legit talent gathering what's left!
Pablo Escobar trips up in the right wing! A politician never trips at work... Right?
J. Cole, this seasoned vet, with the frustrated foul! Defense that's basically a suggestion in tough moments!
Michelangelo fought but fell short! Just out of reach, the architect gave everything!
Pablo Escobar looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. J. Cole looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. That's a wrap! And now, 'The Price Is Right: Why Nobody Answers the Phone Anymore.'
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
88-132 (L)
Goofy shoots onto the floor! The crowd roars for this All-Star caliber talent!
Michelangelo gets the friendly rim but no luck! Even the architect touch can't save that one!
Michelangelo, this smooth operator, gets the ball poked away! Sometimes predictable game when protecting the ball!
Albert Einstein falls asleep on the weak side! Tendency to force bad shots exposed!
J. Cole drops the head after another miss! Tendency to force bad shots sapping the confidence!
Halftime! Pablo Escobar looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Small detail: Pablo Escobar whistles the national anthem before every game. Off-key. Consistently off-key. Back at it! The coach said two words. Two words that were enough.
Albert Einstein shoots short! Not enough juice! Even an inventor would cringe!
Pablo Escobar slows down visibly! Slower than their campaign podium on low power!
This established player J. Cole commits the offensive foul! Turnover from the right corner!
Michelangelo throws their hands up! Like an architect when their drafting compass breaks!
Despite the loss, Albert Einstein held their own with the status quo! The inventor fought!
Pablo Escobar replays the score in his head on a loop. Michelangelo tries to think about something else. During the third quarter, I spilled my soup. Yes, I had soup in the booth. Don't judge. Thanks for watching. Coming up: '48 Hours: The Secret Life of Roundabouts.' Essential viewing.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
83-128 (L)
Pablo Escobar, this once-in-a-lifetime player, draws first blood! An and-one to start!
Pablo Escobar misses badly! Should have aimed like they aim their campaign podium at the public policy!
This absolute legend Pablo Escobar with turnover number buckets! Shaky emotions under pressure is piling up!
Pablo Escobar bites on the fake! Fooled like a politician by counterfeit the public policy!
Pablo Escobar tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the politician will bounce back!
Players head to the locker room. Albert Einstein has tape on three fingers. True story: Albert Einstein had his parking spot stolen by Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest's mascot. Still talks about it. The hardwood awaits. Here we go for the second half.
A bucket by J. Cole from the right corner is way off! Tough night for this respected competitor!
Pablo Escobar jogs instead of sprints! Conserving energy for shaping the public policy tomorrow!
Albert Einstein loses the damn ball in traffic! This global icon can't afford that!
Michelangelo stares in disbelief! The look of an architect who just lost everything!
Pablo Escobar refuses to make excuses! A politician owns the public policy failures too!
Michelangelo unclasps his chain and squeezes it in his fist. Goofy runs a hand down his face. 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! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
dream leam finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Michelangelo.
Season Journal
Shut the hell up for two seconds and listen to that sound. That low rumble, that murmur of 20,000 people holding their breath at the same time. That's the sound of an arena that knows tonight is going to be something. We're here for a franchise that's in the DNA of this league, a club with as many banners in the rafters as ghosts in the locker room. Legends have walked this court, careers have been shattered here, and miracles have been born on this very floor. Tonight, we write the next chapter. Ladies and gentlemen... Dream leam!
Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Michelangelo 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.
And the most terrifying thing about him? It's not the stats, it's not the size, it's the calm. You know that moment where the arena is on its feet, the clock is ticking down the final seconds, sweat is pouring... And he's just chewing his gum like he's waiting for the bus? Then he loads up. And drains it. Stone cold. In front of 20,000 people on the verge of cardiac arrest. That's what a franchise player is: the guy who carries everyone on his shoulders and still makes it look easy.
And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Goofy. The man is an amateur. A freaking amateur. In a league where everybody is 6'8" and runs a 4.4 forty, he rolls up with bare hands 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.
Let's talk money. We'll keep it short because there ain't any. The budget is so low that the equipment manager also does the accounting, the post-game spread is leftover Domino's on discount, and the last free agent who toured the facility ran for the hills. But damn it, these guys don't care. They play with the fury of men who have everything to prove and nothing to lose. This is the most dangerous team in the league, not because they're good, but because they don't give a single damn about losing.
dream leam finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Michelangelo.
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