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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 15 | 0 | 30 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 6 | Denver Horse-Track | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 7 | New York Over-Timers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 9 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 11 | Phoenix No-Defense | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 12 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 14 | Miami Heart-Attack | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 1 | 14 | 2 |
| 16 | My Team | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Alright, sit your ass down for two minutes because tonight we're not messing around, we're diving headfirst into a sold-out arena that smells like rubber and sweat, with 20,000 fans ready to lose their damn voices. We're about to relive the saga of a franchise that's seen it all: the glory years when they bulldozed the league, the dark ages when nothing went in, and the Draft-night strokes of genius that brought them back to the summit. This ain't just basketball, this is American legend carried by physical freaks who aren't here to play nice, they're here to carve their names into NBA history with psycho stat lines and rim-rattling dunks that shake the whole damn building. The team with no name, baby! Okay, let's talk about the boss. Because on this team, there's one alpha, and everybody knows it. Superman. The man is massive, a body built for basketball, and a basketball IQ that borders on indecent. When this man catches the rock, defenders back up instinctively, it's a survival reflex. And they're right, because this guy can punish you from everywhere: from three, in the post, in transition, from the free throw line with his eyes closed. He's a damn 6'8" Swiss Army knife and he cuts in every direction. I asked a former player what it felt like to guard him. He looked at me with hollow eyes and said: "It's like trying to catch smoke." Smoke, my friends. You think you've got him, you close your hands, and there's nothing there. He's already on the other side of the court drilling a three in your face with a little smirk. The kind of player who makes you want to quit basketball and open a bakery, because at least bread doesn't disappear when you try to touch it. And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Superman. The man is a superhero. A freaking superhero. 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 budget, and by "budget" I mean the spare change you find between the couch cushions. These guys are so far under the salary floor that the league literally has to GIVE them money to meet the minimum. This is the squad that travels by Greyhound bus and washes their own jerseys. No stars, just hungry rookies on two-way deals and bitter vets signed for the minimum. It's the perfect setup for tanking your way to a top Draft pick, but for the fans, it's a damn desert crossing.
Matchday 1 — vs Detroit Engine-Roar
84-128 (L)
Galactus lets fly with energy from the opening whistle! This guy nobody was talking about locked in!
Doctor Strange can't convert the open shot! Competing the game is way easier!
Superman throws it into traffic! Reckless pass, the superhero got too confident!
Hulk can't stay in front! Discoverring the hidden truth doesn't build lateral quickness!
Thanos, this combo guard, waves off the play call! Sometimes predictable game hurting the team!
The players leave the court. Doctor Strange clings to the tunnel railing. Did you know? Doctor Strange launched a basketball podcast. Two episodes. Zero listeners. Still going. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
Galactus takes a tough thunderous slam and it doesn't go! Sometimes predictable game in shot selection!
Galactus grabs the shorts! This surprise package is running on fumes!
Superman with the travel! Footwork confusion worthy of a lost superhero!
Doctor Strange looks to the heavens! A neurosurgeon praying for their bare hands to work!
Thanos sits alone on the bench. This rising star processing the defeat.
Hulk refuses the coach's embrace. Superman accepts it but his body is stiff. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. Thanks for tonight. Up next: 'American Ninja Warrior: No Elevator Edition.' Sixth floor, no landing.
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
76-117 (L)
Superman lands the first pull-up jumper! First blood! The superhero strikes first!
Doctor Strange launches and misses! The basketball isn't the game, and it shows!
Hulk with the backcourt violation! This all-time great under too much pressure!
Doctor Strange gets posted up and scored on! This respected competitor overpowered!
Hulk, this all-around player, pounds the scorer's table! Hot head on full display!
Rest time. Galactus isolates in a corner of the locker room, headphones on. Did you know? Galactus has a personal mini-fridge in the locker room. Nobody knows what's inside. Break's over, the players take their positions.
Superman spins but the shot rims out! Limited stamina rears its ugly head!
Thanos explodes but the legs won't cooperate! Limited stamina catching up!
Doctor Strange forces the pass! Forcing their bare hands where it doesn't fit!
Galactus, this hungry young player, with the frustrated foul! Occasional mental lapses in tough moments!
Hulk shakes hands through the pain! A scientist who respects their lab notebook and the game!
Doctor Strange's lip is trembling. Superman dodges the cameras by pulling up his hood. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. Thanks for the game! And now, tonight's feature film: 'Fast and Furious 47: The Quest for a Parking Spot.'
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
91-116 (L)
Tip-off! Thanos gets us started! Let's go!
This player nobody saw coming Thanos misses the mark! A devastating dunk goes begging from mid-range!
Galactus lets fly carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
This guy with rings on every finger Hulk can't recover! Scored on from way beyond the arc! Tendency to force bad shots!
Hulk posts up past everyone for a pull-up jumper! This tweener on a mission!
First half is done. Galactus is chugging Gatorade like it's water. Confession: Galactus calls mom after every loss. And every win. And also on Tuesdays. The players are back. The court had time to dry, at least.
This guy with rings on every finger Superman shakes the head in disbelief! Nothing going right!
Doctor Strange can't connect! Their bare hands in hand, sure. The rock through the hoop, nope!
Doctor Strange outsmarts the opponent! The brains of a neurosurgeon with their bare hands!
Galactus, this player nobody saw coming, making mistakes from exhaustion! The body is failing!
Hulk walks off in defeat! Even a scientist's skills couldn't save tonight!
Doctor Strange sighs so loudly that the reporters hear it. Thanos winces. I discovered tonight that my mic was off for three minutes. Three minutes of pure genius, lost forever. This was your favorite commentator. Coming up: 'Extreme Makeover: Garage Edition.' Don't change the channel. Or do.
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
90-106 (L)
The game begins and Galactus is ready! You can see unreal swagger written all over his face!
A buzzer-beater attempt by Hulk falls short! Heavy feet in the legs!
Hulk with the careless pass! Discoverring the hidden truth with more care, please!
Galactus, this do-it-all player, can't keep up with the speed! Tendency to force bad shots exposed!
Doctor Strange with the decisive tear drop! Silky smooth technique when it matters most!
Break. Galactus collapses on the locker room floor, arms spread wide. Intel: Galactus refuses to play if the ball isn't inflated to exactly 8 PSI. Not 7.9, not 8.1. Eight. Back at it! The coach said two words. Two words that were enough.
Superman pounds the scorer's table! Frustrated! The superhero in them is showing!
This who-is-this-guy player Thanos shanks a double-clutch layup off the pick and roll! That's uncharacteristic!
Hulk schemes with the coaching staff! Plotting the next move, true scientist!
This who-is-this-guy player Thanos can barely jump! The springs are gone under the basket!
Thanos dunks to the tunnel in disappointment. This player nobody saw coming will learn from this.
Doctor Strange refuses Philadelphia Injury-Report's handshake. Thanos offers a limp one with just his fingertips. On my end, I ate peanuts through the entire third quarter. Salt is my drug of choice. Until next time! Up next: 'Kitchen Nightmares: Corporate Cafeteria.' This is gonna be good.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
85-114 (L)
Galactus, this swiss-army-knife type, takes the court! The roaring arena is electric!
Thanos with a wild attempt! This diamond in the rough not finding the range tonight!
Hulk, this do-it-all player, fumbles the entry pass facing the rim!
This unknown gem Thanos caught ball-watching! Backdoor cut for an easy score!
Hulk, this smooth operator, muscles in for a step-back three! Pure power!
Break! Hulk rips his shoes off the second he reaches the locker room. Did you know Hulk entered the dunk contest... At 5'9"? Courage knows no height. The arena lights up, the players are back. Game on.
Galactus glares at the scoreboard! This raw talent not happy with the situation!
Galactus, this versatile guy, wastes a golden chance with a wild finger roll!
Superman overloads one side! Loading up with superhero strategy!
Superman leans on their knees! Gassed, but the superhero keeps going!
Thanos, this versatile guy, trudges off the gymnasium. Lessons to take from this one.
Superman stands alone at center court as the lights go dim. Doctor Strange comes back to get him. Confession: I nearly fell asleep during the second quarter. The third woke me right up. That's it. Up next: 'Anthony Bourdain Visits: The Park-and-Ride in Poughkeepsie.' Culture shock.
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
90-134 (L)
Hulk huddles with the team! Huddling up, the scientist strategizes!
Galactus clanks another one off the rim! This guy nobody was talking about needs to find rhythm!
This once-in-a-lifetime player Hulk with a careless turnover! Gift-wrapped for the opponent!
This rising star Thanos gives up the offensive rebound! Lack of consistency when boxing out!
Galactus gets a technical for complaining! Injury-prone body on full display!
Halftime. The doctor examines Hulk's shoulder while the others catch their breath. Anecdote: Hulk once shot at the wrong basket during warm-ups. Nobody has forgotten. Back at it! The coach said two words. Two words that were enough.
Galactus can't buy a bucket! Another miss from the left corner! Frustrating!
Galactus is cramping up! This raw talent trying to shake it off! Hot head!
Sloppy handling by Doctor Strange! Competing the game is done with more finesse!
Thanos, this swiss-army-knife type, sits down hard on the bench! Injury-prone body written all over his face!
Galactus, this surprise package, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Doctor Strange and Superman walk side by side without looking at each other. The silence is deafening. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. See you tomorrow. In the meantime, it's 'Who Wants to Marry My Goldfish.' Good luck with that.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
83-117 (L)
Superman bounces the orange pre-game! Getting that rhythm going!
Superman launches an alley-oop and... Airball! Sometimes predictable game at its peak!
Galactus with the lazy pass! Tendency to rush leading to easy points!
Doctor Strange, this solid build, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over hot head!
Superman drops their shoulders! Deflated, even a superhero's spirit has limits!
The players disappear into the tunnel. Hulk asks for an ice pack. Fun fact: Hulk tried to patent a celebration after a three-pointer. The application was rejected. Here they come. You can read the determination on their faces.
Hulk with the contested double-clutch layup from mid-range! No good! Bad selection!
This diamond in the rough Thanos stumbles! The fatigue is real after the contest!
Galactus coughs up the pill! Hot head strikes again at half court!
Hulk slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a scientist hits the workbench!
Doctor Strange sits on the bench post-game! Sitting like a neurosurgeon after their bare hands broke!
Doctor Strange sits on the bench, staring into nothing. Hulk has his head in his hands. I learned backstage that Hulk also does neurosurgeon on weekends. That explains those reflexes. We're out! And now, 'House Hunters: Broom Closet Edition.' Cozy open concept.
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
85-113 (L)
Galactus, this all-around player, sets the tone immediately! Nerves of steel from the jump!
Thanos, this solid build, gets the separation but can't finish! Tendency to force bad shots!
Superman with the errant pass! This undisputed superstar needs to settle down!
Superman gets back-doored! Didn't see it, like not seeing the game behind their bare hands!
A layup from Galactus! This raw talent just keeps delivering!
The locker room fills up. Thanos has already eaten three oranges. Small detail: Thanos wears mismatched socks every game. Calls it a strategy. Jump ball to restart. Let the second half begin!
Thanos, this guy nobody was talking about, yells at the coaching staff! Ego the size of Texas causing friction!
Superman forces a bad double-clutch layup! This once-in-a-lifetime player needs to trust teammates!
Superman, this all-around player, seals the defender for position! Fundamentals!
Hulk shoots sluggishly! Sometimes predictable game catching up with this all-time great!
Hulk tips the cap to the winners! The scientist's grace with the hidden truth!
Thanos sits on the floor in the hallway. Hulk sits down next to him. Nobody speaks. Tonight I yelled so loud the guy in the next booth asked me to keep it down. Mid-game. See you at the next game. In the meantime: 'MasterClass: How to Fold a Fitted Sheet.' Gripping television.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
86-131 (L)
Thanos, this do-it-all player, announced to huge cheers! An electric crowd!
Doctor Strange shoots an air ball in a standing ovation! A neurosurgeon lost in the noise!
Galactus, this versatile guy, gets called for the carry! Sometimes predictable game in ball-handling!
Superman beaten to the spot! Slower than a superhero on a Monday morning!
Hulk storms to the bench! Heated! This scientist doesn't handle losing well!
Time to breathe. Hulk has both hands on both knees, completely cooked. True story: Hulk walked into the wrong locker room during his first game against Houston Blast-Off. Awkward. Back to hostilities. Faces have changed in the locker room.
Doctor Strange misses the open look! This league veteran can't believe it! Tendency to rush!
Hulk grabs the jersey for air! Needs more air than their lab notebook in the workshop!
Hulk with the backcourt violation! A scientist going backwards with the hidden truth!
Hulk stares in disbelief! The look of a scientist who just lost everything!
This dark horse Galactus shakes hands and moves on. In the end, tendency to force bad shots proved costly.
Doctor Strange chews his nails on the bench. Galactus stares at his shoes like they're the source of the problem. I learned backstage that Galactus also does neurosurgeon on weekends. That explains those reflexes. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
73-118 (L)
And we're underway! Hulk touches the damn ball first! This guy with rings on every finger looks eager!
Superman can't find the range! Their bare hands has better accuracy than that!
Doctor Strange, this do-it-all player, steps out of bounds with the basketball! Mental lapse!
Superman falls asleep on the weak side! Limited stamina exposed!
Hulk takes off the towel! This absolute legend showing tendency to rush!
Halftime. Doctor Strange wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. Little secret: Doctor Strange listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. Come on, second half! The best is yet to come. Or the worst. Who knows.
Doctor Strange fires away the damn ball into nothing! Occasional mental lapses on full display tonight!
Doctor Strange is spent! Used up like the game after a neurosurgeon's long day!
Doctor Strange with the bad read! Misreading the play like misreading the game!
Thanos, this player nobody saw coming, barks at the teammate! Injury-prone body taking over!
Hulk wipes a tear! A scientist who poured everything into the effort!
Thanos snaps at the bench on his way out. Hulk says nothing, but his look says everything. Your favorite commentator survived. It's not much, but it's honest work. Thanks for being here. Now put down the remote, it's time for 'Wheel of Misfortune.'
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
90-111 (L)
This once-in-a-lifetime player Hulk gets the crowd going early! The energy is building!
Superman clanks it off the rim! That sounded like their bare hands hitting the game!
Thanos passes to nobody! This surprise package with a head-scratching decision!
Hulk turns the head and loses the man! This absolute legend napping defensively!
Hulk treats the rock like the hidden truth and sinks it. Easy as pie for a scientist!
Halftime whistle. Superman flops into the first available chair. Exclusive info: Superman is banned for life from the McDonald's near the arena. The details remain murky. Back to business. The players bounce around to warm up.
Doctor Strange argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to competing the game!
Superman gets the friendly rim but no luck! Even the superhero touch can't save that one!
Doctor Strange shifts the defense! Moving pieces like a neurosurgeon at work!
This hidden prospect Galactus calls for a sub! Can't go anymore! Lack of consistency taking its toll!
Superman vows to come back stronger! Stronger than their bare hands reinforced with the game!
Thanos and Doctor Strange walk side by side without looking at each other. The silence is deafening. Tonight I yelled so loud the guy in the next booth asked me to keep it down. Mid-game. Off to bed! And now: 'Jeopardy: Cafeteria Trivia Edition.'
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
77-121 (L)
Galactus, this raw talent, draws first blood! A fadeaway jumper to start!
Galactus misfires under the basket! Even this surprise package has off nights!
Doctor Strange loses the pill! A neurosurgeon would never be this careless!
Doctor Strange gets crossed over! This legit talent left frozen back to the basket!
Hulk, this all-time great, refuses to high-five! Defense that's basically a suggestion hurting the chemistry!
Players head to the locker room. Galactus has tape on three fingers. Small detail: Galactus wears mismatched socks every game. Calls it a strategy. Back at it! The players jog toward center court.
Thanos goes to work and fires but misses everything! Tendency to force bad shots tonight!
Doctor Strange, this combo guard, laboring up and down! Occasional mental lapses draining the energy!
Hulk, this combo guard, commits the travel! Injury-prone body in the footwork!
Hulk glares at the Spalding! Like it personally betrayed this scientist!
This hidden prospect Galactus congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this hidden prospect.
Doctor Strange rips off his headband and throws it on the ground. Superman picks up his own and folds it carefully. I learned tonight that Doctor Strange used to be a neurosurgeon. That explains the unique running style. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
82-127 (L)
Galactus rises up into position! This guy nobody was talking about not wasting any time!
Hulk misfires again! Having the hidden truth-shaped night!
Galactus charges right into the defender! Turnover! Occasional mental lapses when controlling pace!
Galactus bites on the pump fake! This who-is-this-guy player sent flying from way beyond the arc!
Thanos slams the ball in frustration! Limited stamina on full display!
Break! Thanos rips his shoes off the second he reaches the locker room. They say Thanos eats honey straight from the jar during timeouts. The bear of the hardwood. Tipoff! The ball bounces, the arena vibrates, we're back.
A finger roll by Thanos under the basket is way off! Tough night for this surprise package!
Thanos, this tweener, looks exhausted under the basket! The legs are gone!
Superman dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the superhero's finest moment!
Thanos mouths off and picks up a T! Tendency to force bad shots taking over!
Hulk leaves the gym quietly! Quiet as a scientist after the hidden truth setback!
Doctor Strange sits on the bench, staring into nothing. Superman has his head in his hands. My wife texted me: 'when are you coming home?' I said 'after the game.' That was two hours ago. Good evening! Up next: 'Fixer Upper: Renovating a Studio on a Twelve-Dollar Budget.' Challenge accepted.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
80-125 (L)
Doctor Strange announces themselves! The neurosurgeon has arrived and the building knows it!
Galactus drives but it's well off! Sometimes predictable game under fatigue!
Hulk gets the ball stripped! The hidden truth would have stayed in a scientist's grip!
Galactus gives up the back door! Limited stamina when overplaying!
Thanos storms to the bench! This dude out of nowhere is visibly upset!
The players file out. Thanos exchanges a tense look with the coach. Did you know Thanos entered the dunk contest... At 5'9"? Courage knows no height. We're off again! The crowd chants the team's name.
Thanos forces up a layup over the defense! Ego the size of Texas! Bad decision!
Thanos is visibly tired! This unknown gem needs a timeout badly!
Galactus rises up the orange right to the defense! Costly mistake by this dude out of nowhere!
Superman vents at their teammates! The superhero who vents about the game!
Thanos had the chances but couldn't convert. This dude out of nowhere left wanting.
Superman and Thanos share a single look. Just one. It contains all the disappointment in the world. Tonight I yelled so loud the guy in the next booth asked me to keep it down. Mid-game. Thanks for tonight. And now: '60 Minutes: The Secrets of the Office Coffee Machine.'
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
83-127 (L)
Superman gets the starting nod! A superhero starting with their bare hands confidence!
Thanos, this do-it-all player, bobbles the rock and the chance evaporates under the basket!
Doctor Strange coughs it up! A neurosurgeon's grip doesn't work on the orange!
Doctor Strange can't contain the drive! Competing the game is more containable!
Galactus can't mask the disappointment! This who-is-this-guy player wearing it on the sleeve!
The locker room fills up. Superman has already eaten three oranges. Did you know? Superman once signed an autograph for a referee. During the game. Mid free-throw. The locker room empties, the court fills up. Act 2.
Thanos, this versatile guy, loses the handle and the opportunity! Sometimes predictable game!
Hulk jogs instead of sprints! Conserving energy for discoverring the hidden truth tomorrow!
Doctor Strange botches the handoff! Even their bare hands exchanges go smoother!
Galactus, this combo guard, shows negative body language! Heavy feet creeping in!
Doctor Strange lets fly past the media. This up-and-coming baller not in the mood to talk.
Doctor Strange takes off his shoes and carries them like a ghost. Galactus follows the same path. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. That's it. Up next: 'Anthony Bourdain Visits: The Park-and-Ride in Poughkeepsie.' Culture shock.
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Superman.
Season Journal
Alright, sit your ass down for two minutes because tonight we're not messing around, we're diving headfirst into a sold-out arena that smells like rubber and sweat, with 20,000 fans ready to lose their damn voices. We're about to relive the saga of a franchise that's seen it all: the glory years when they bulldozed the league, the dark ages when nothing went in, and the Draft-night strokes of genius that brought them back to the summit. This ain't just basketball, this is American legend carried by physical freaks who aren't here to play nice, they're here to carve their names into NBA history with psycho stat lines and rim-rattling dunks that shake the whole damn building. The team with no name, baby!
Okay, let's talk about the boss. Because on this team, there's one alpha, and everybody knows it. Superman. The man is massive, a body built for basketball, and a basketball IQ that borders on indecent. When this man catches the rock, defenders back up instinctively, it's a survival reflex. And they're right, because this guy can punish you from everywhere: from three, in the post, in transition, from the free throw line with his eyes closed. He's a damn 6'8" Swiss Army knife and he cuts in every direction.
I asked a former player what it felt like to guard him. He looked at me with hollow eyes and said: "It's like trying to catch smoke." Smoke, my friends. You think you've got him, you close your hands, and there's nothing there. He's already on the other side of the court drilling a three in your face with a little smirk. The kind of player who makes you want to quit basketball and open a bakery, because at least bread doesn't disappear when you try to touch it.
And now, the moment nobody was waiting for but everybody is going to love: the coach signed Superman. The man is a superhero. A freaking superhero. 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 budget, and by "budget" I mean the spare change you find between the couch cushions. These guys are so far under the salary floor that the league literally has to GIVE them money to meet the minimum. This is the squad that travels by Greyhound bus and washes their own jerseys. No stars, just hungry rookies on two-way deals and bitter vets signed for the minimum. It's the perfect setup for tanking your way to a top Draft pick, but for the fans, it's a damn desert crossing.
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Superman.
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