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Season Journal
Standings
| # | Team | W | L | Pts |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 14 | 1 | 28 |
| 2 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 3 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 4 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 5 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | New York Over-Timers | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Denver Horse-Track | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 8 | Houston Blast-Off | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 11 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 12 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Miami Heart-Attack | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 15 | Phoenix No-Defense | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | My Team | 0 | 15 | 0 |
Pre-season
Stop. Everybody shut up. You feel that? That smell of freshly waxed hardwood, brand-new kicks, and electric tension hanging in the air? That's the smell of a night that's going down in the history books. We're in a building where every seat is taken, every eye is locked on the tunnel where a team that has thrilled generations is about to emerge. Championships, heartbreaks, legendary comebacks, midnight trades that shifted the entire balance of the league... This franchise is a damn novel all by itself. And tonight, we're starting the next chapter. The team with no name, baby! Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Barry Allen on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. The man is massive, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them. His teammate told me something last week that gave me chills. He said: "When he's silent in the locker room before a game, I know we're about to destroy everybody." The man doesn't talk, he executes. He doesn't celebrate, he absorbs. And when the buzzer is approaching and the score is tight, everybody knows. The teammates, the opponents, the refs, the guy selling nachos on the upper deck. Everybody knows the ball is ending up in his hands. And it's ending up in the basket. Hold on tight because the next name is going to make you spit out your beer: Mewtwo. Profession? Astrologer. Yeah. The coach saw him on TV, called his agent (who didn't exist), and offered him a ten-day contract "to see." The guy showed up with their star chart, a ham sandwich, and bulletproof enthusiasm. At his first practice, he attempted a dunk and ended up hanging from the net like a cat stuck in a tree. The fire department came. Twice. But he's got heart, the man, and apparently the precision he puts into the cosmic fate could translate to mid-range shooting. We believe. Well, the coach believes. The rest of us broke out the popcorn. 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
85-129 (L)
Opening possession for Mewtwo! First touch, like first touch of their star chart!
This raw talent Zoom misses the mark! A catch-and-shoot triple goes begging from downtown!
Sloppy handling by Barry Allen! Competing the game is done with more finesse!
This once-in-a-lifetime player George Washington bites on the fake! Beaten in transition!
Mewtwo glares at the rock! Like it personally betrayed this astrologer!
Intermission. Mewtwo dumps an entire water bottle over his head. Confession: Mewtwo calls mom after every loss. And every win. And also on Tuesdays. Back to business. The players bounce around to warm up.
Mewtwo misses the free throw! Divining the cosmic fate under pressure is easier!
George Washington gets the cramp timeout! Cramping from cultivating the stubborn soil and hooping!
Zoom, this do-it-all player, gets called for the carry! Tendency to rush in ball-handling!
Zoom kicks the air! The frustration of a biologist who knows they can do better!
George Washington walks off in silence. This hall-of-fame lock gave it all but it wasn't enough.
Zoom collapses into the first available chair. Barry Allen stays standing, eyes glazed over. I drank so much coffee tonight I'm going to commentate in my sleep. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
Matchday 2 — vs Miami Heart-Attack
88-126 (L)
The game begins and George Washington is ready! You can see freakish explosiveness written all over his face!
Mewtwo shoots an air ball in a standing ovation! An astrologer lost in the noise!
Zoom loses the basketball! A biologist would never be this careless!
George Washington loses their assignment! Like losing the seed dibber in the workshop!
Mewtwo tugs at their jersey! Frustrated, but the astrologer will bounce back!
Halftime. The doctor examines Barry Allen's shoulder while the others catch their breath. Rumor has it Barry Allen tried to recruit the pizza delivery guy for the team. The guy was 6'9". Let's go, we're back. The crowd claps in rhythm.
Zoom throws up a clunker! Their bare hands would weep at that trajectory!
Zoom powers through! The biologist in them won't quit on the game!
George Washington throws it into the stands! What was that from this all-time great!
Broly shoots the towel! This rising star showing lack of consistency!
George Washington leaves the palace of hoops with dignity! The dignity of a farmer with the seed dibber!
George Washington lets out a nervous laugh that sends chills down your spine. Mewtwo decides not to comment. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. Good evening! Coming up: 'Dancing with the Stars: My Cousin's Wedding Edition.' Open bar.
Matchday 3 — vs Orlando Magic-Beans
87-131 (L)
Barry Allen stretches center court! Loosening up, the superhero is getting ready!
Mewtwo misses the open look! An astrologer never misses the cosmic fate... But misses the Spalding!
George Washington shoots into a dead end under the basket! Turnover! Tendency to force bad shots!
Mewtwo loses the battle in the paint! Being an astrologer doesn't help you here!
Barry Allen mouths off at with seconds left on the clock! A superhero venting about the game!
Break! George Washington rips his shoes off the second he reaches the locker room. Did you know George Washington once tried to start an ASMR podcast of sneaker squeaks on the hardwood? One episode. Deleted. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
George Washington, this scrappy guard, wastes a golden chance with a wild thunderous slam!
Zoom tanks the play from tiredness! Tanked like a biologist's energy for the game!
Broly posts up the Spalding right to the defense! Costly mistake by this dark horse!
Zoom argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to competing the game!
Broly reflects on what could have been. Sometimes predictable game the difference tonight.
Barry Allen avoids the cameras like the plague. George Washington gets caught. Just says 'we'll be better'. Tonight I had a revelation: George Washington runs exactly like my neighbor when he misses the bus. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 4 — vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
90-119 (L)
Zoom comes out hot! Heated up and ready, the biologist means business!
Zoom puts up a prayer... Unanswered! Not even their bare hands can save that!
Zoom coughs it up! A biologist's grip doesn't work on the rock!
Barry Allen overcommits! Going all-in like a superhero on the game, but wrong!
A buzzer-beater from Mewtwo! That's iron discipline at the highest level!
Break! Barry Allen rips his shoes off the second he reaches the locker room. Fun fact: Barry Allen blocked a shot in the finals... And dislocated a thumb celebrating. Classic. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
Barry Allen throws their hands up! Like a superhero when their bare hands breaks!
Barry Allen misses the triple! Three-pointers aren't like triple-checking the game!
Broly, this diamond in the rough, times the cut perfectly! Backdoor for a finger roll!
Mewtwo looks to the bench for relief! Relief like an astrologer relieved of their star chart!
Zoom fought but fell short! Just out of reach, the biologist gave everything!
George Washington pushes away the reporter's microphone with a gesture. Mewtwo takes the interview and says 'not tonight'. Yours truly held it together all evening without a bathroom break. That's professionalism. Good evening! Now: 'Destination Unknown: The Roundabout in Scranton, PA.' Total adventure.
Matchday 5 — vs Phoenix No-Defense
94-119 (L)
This guy with rings on every finger George Washington in the starting lineup! Let's see what this guy with rings on every finger brings!
Zoom shanks it from the free-throw line! Competing the game uses different muscles!
Mewtwo spins carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
Broly, this swiss-army-knife type, gets dunked on the low block! Poster material!
This dark horse Mewtwo punishes the defense with a tear drop from the right corner!
Halftime. George Washington wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. Rumor has it George Washington does 100 push-ups before every game. Or 10. Depends who you ask. We're back! The coach drew stuff on the whiteboard, let's see if it works.
This newcomer Mewtwo fouls hard out of frustration! Tendency to force bad shots showing!
This newcomer Zoom rattles it out! So close yet so far driving to the hoop!
Zoom schemes with the coaching staff! Plotting the next move, true biologist!
Mewtwo digs deep! Deep as an astrologer digs into the cosmic fate!
Barry Allen leaves the temple of basketball quietly! Quiet as a superhero after the game setback!
Mewtwo refuses Phoenix No-Defense's handshake. George Washington offers a limp one with just his fingertips. My wife texted me: 'when are you coming home?' I said 'after the game.' That was two hours ago. See you tomorrow! Up next: 'Extreme Reading: The Terms and Conditions.' 4-hour special.
Matchday 6 — vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
87-109 (L)
Broly takes off with energy from the opening whistle! This hidden prospect locked in!
Broly, this dude out of nowhere, sends the rock wide! The touch is off tonight!
Zoom tries to be too fancy and loses the damn ball! Shaky emotions under pressure in the decision-making!
Mewtwo gambles for the steal and pays the price! Defense that's basically a suggestion!
Barry Allen scores with natural-born leadership. A step-back three in transition! Too smooth!
Halftime. Mewtwo wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. Confession: Mewtwo calls mom after every loss. And every win. And also on Tuesdays. Here we go. Tactical adjustments have been made.
Mewtwo launches and kicks the stanchion! This hungry young player losing composure!
Zoom misses! Even a biologist can't fix that shot!
Zoom makes the hockey pass! Natural-born leadership finding the extra pass!
Zoom, this diamond in the rough, with the tired turnover! Legs and mind fatigued!
Mewtwo, this dark horse, takes the loss hard. Shaky emotions under pressure at the wrong moments.
Mewtwo sits down on the hardwood, head on his knees. Zoom puts a hand on his shoulder without saying a word. Tonight I lost my voice, rediscovered my passion, and forgot where I parked. A complete evening. That's a wrap for tonight. Coming up: 'The Amazing Race: Subway Line 13.' Viewer discretion advised.
Matchday 7 — vs Toronto Border-Patrol
83-119 (L)
Zoom wins the opening tip! Tipping off with biologist energy!
George Washington can't hit the ocean right now! Another miss for this global icon!
Mewtwo with the bad read! Misreading the play like misreading the cosmic fate!
This legit talent Barry Allen gives up the offensive rebound! Tendency to rush when boxing out!
Barry Allen can't mask the disappointment! This dude putting the league on notice wearing it on the sleeve!
Intermission. Zoom dumps an entire water bottle over his head. Confession: Zoom believes the away locker room is haunted. Refuses to go in alone. Play resumes! The coach set a few things straight in the locker room.
Mewtwo explodes but the shot rims out! Sometimes predictable game rears its ugly head!
Zoom is spent! Used up like the game after a biologist's long day!
Zoom throws it away! Hot head under pressure under the basket!
Barry Allen, this swiss-army-knife type, throws the hands up! Exasperated from downtown!
George Washington hangs their head! A farmer who gave everything they had!
George Washington watches the crowd file out in silence. Mewtwo prefers not to look. I spent this entire evening standing because my chair has been broken for three games. Nobody fixes it. Thanks for tonight. And now: '60 Minutes: The Secrets of the Office Coffee Machine.'
Matchday 8 — vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
96-120 (L)
George Washington steps onto the floor! From cultivating the stubborn soil to this, game time!
Mewtwo rattles it out! Shaking the temple of basketball with their star chart intensity!
Barry Allen with the backcourt violation! A superhero going backwards with the game!
Barry Allen gets screened out of the play! This established player lost in traffic!
Mewtwo tallies another one! This astrologer keeps racking them up!
Rest. Broly buries his head in a wet towel and doesn't move. Fun fact: Broly was voted best-looking player on the team. By his mom. In a poll she created herself. Back to business. The players bounce around to warm up.
Broly, this swiss-army-knife type, shows negative body language! Heavy feet creeping in!
Zoom misses the bunny! A biologist dropping the game from point-blank!
Broly, this solid build, uses the jab step to freeze the defender! Crafty!
This dark horse Zoom signals to the bench! Needs a blow! Ego the size of Texas!
Barry Allen looks at the scoreboard one last time! Numbers don't lie for a superhero!
George Washington walks toward the tunnel without a word. Barry Allen stares at the scoreboard as if it might change. My evening? I spent it holding back tears. Of joy? Of exhaustion? Both. That's all for today. Up next: 'Dateline: The True Cost of a Cup of Yogurt.' Deep investigation.
Matchday 9 — vs Houston Blast-Off
73-118 (L)
Mewtwo checks in for the first play! Clocking in for the shift, let's work!
George Washington off the back iron! Hard miss, even a farmer cringes at that!
George Washington with a wild pass that sails out! This guy with rings on every finger giving it away!
George Washington gets blown by! Even a farmer couldn't stop that!
Mewtwo can't hide the frustration! Their star chart frustration meets the orange frustration!
Break! Broly grabs an ice bag and slaps it on his knee. Fun fact: Broly blocked a shot in the finals... And dislocated a thumb celebrating. Classic. Here they come. Fresh as daisies. Or not. We'll find out soon enough.
Barry Allen with the off-balance finger roll! This up-and-coming baller couldn't set the feet!
Zoom short-arms the shot from fatigue! This player nobody saw coming has nothing left!
Zoom double-dribbles! Competing the game doesn't have that rule!
This established player Barry Allen throws an elbow in frustration! Tendency to force bad shots on full display!
Zoom, this raw talent, will be back stronger. This defeat fuels the fire.
Barry Allen walks toward the tunnel without a word. Broly stares at the scoreboard as if it might change. Your commentator lost his press badge during the game. I had to climb over a barrier. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 10 — vs Denver Horse-Track
81-125 (L)
Broly, this guy nobody was talking about, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
Barry Allen with the contested bucket at the top of the key! No good! Bad selection!
Broly with the lazy pass! Injury-prone body leading to easy points!
Mewtwo gives up the back door! Injury-prone body when overplaying!
This unknown gem Mewtwo can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
Halftime. The physio pounces on Barry Allen to massage his thighs. Juicy anecdote: Barry Allen was caught dancing the Macarena in the showers. Alone. Both teams return. You can tell the coach gave them an earful.
Barry Allen misses at the buzzer! A superhero who missed the deadline!
Mewtwo needs oxygen! More winded than an astrologer after overtime!
Mewtwo trips up in the left wing! An astrologer never trips at work... Right?
Barry Allen mutters to himself walking back! This name that's buzzing fighting inner demons!
Mewtwo walks off in defeat! Even an astrologer's skills couldn't save tonight!
Zoom sits down on the hardwood, head on his knees. George Washington puts a hand on his shoulder without saying a word. Did you know that George Washington practices farmer on Tuesdays? Builds character, that does. That's it for tonight. Coming up: 'Nailed It: Cakes Ruined by My Mother-in-Law.'
Matchday 11 — vs New York Over-Timers
87-131 (L)
This hooper's hooper Barry Allen catches the pill early and goes to work! Opening salvo!
Broly shoots but overcooks it! Hot head showing up again!
This dude putting the league on notice Barry Allen dribbles off the foot! Unforced error!
George Washington can't stay in front! Cultivating the stubborn soil doesn't build lateral quickness!
Barry Allen steps back angrily after the turnover! This player making noise spiraling!
Break. Mewtwo's socks are soaking wet — quick change on the spot. Little secret: Mewtwo listens to Celine Dion to focus. I repeat, Celine Dion. Break's over, time for basketball. Let's go.
A free throw from Broly catches the back rim and pops out! So close!
Mewtwo fires away but the legs won't cooperate! Limited stamina catching up!
Barry Allen dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the superhero's finest moment!
Zoom lets fly away from the huddle! This unknown gem in a dark place mentally!
George Washington launches to the tunnel in disappointment. This living legend will learn from this.
Barry Allen looks like someone who hasn't slept in three days. Zoom looks like someone who won't sleep tonight. Tonight I learned Barry Allen used to be a farmer before basketball. Found out during a timeout. Threw me off completely. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 12 — vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
74-118 (L)
Broly fires up the crowd to open the game! This potential breakout star starting strong!
Barry Allen, this next-level player, fumbles the finish at the top of the key! Back to the drawing board!
Broly charges right into the defender! Turnover! Limited stamina when controlling pace!
Broly reacts too late to rotate! Limited stamina on the help side!
Zoom looks to the heavens! A biologist praying for their bare hands to work!
Halftime! Mewtwo looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Small detail: Mewtwo whistles the national anthem before every game. Off-key. Consistently off-key. Back for seconds. The court is shining, and so are the players.
Zoom with a wild attempt! This potential breakout star not finding the range tonight!
Zoom is gassed! More tired than after a full day of competing the game!
Zoom dribbles it off their foot! Their bare hands would never betray a biologist like that!
Barry Allen, this player on the come-up, barks at the teammate! Lack of consistency taking over!
Barry Allen wipes a tear! A superhero who poured everything into the effort!
George Washington refuses Cleveland Twin-Towers's handshake. Mewtwo offers a limp one with just his fingertips. My evening? A microphone, cold coffee, and the greatest show on earth. What more could you ask for. Good night! Up next: 'America's Got Talent: Mouth Noises Edition.' The judges are baffled.
Matchday 13 — vs Boston Ring-Chasers
91-113 (L)
Tip-off! Broly gets us started! Let's go!
Zoom bricks it! Not the same accuracy as competing the game!
This potential breakout star Broly with turnover number buckets! Injury-prone body is piling up!
Barry Allen, this do-it-all player, gets exploited in the switch! Injury-prone body exposed in the mismatch!
Mewtwo drills it at half court! That astrologer precision with their star chart pays off!
Halftime whistle. George Washington has dried blood on his elbow but plays tough. Fun fact: George Washington blocked a shot in the finals... And dislocated a thumb celebrating. Classic. Alright, it's time. The second half waits for no one.
This basketball god George Washington gets into it with the opponent! Tempers flaring!
George Washington can't find the range! The seed dibber has better accuracy than that!
Mewtwo uses a quick ball-movement offense brilliantly! Strategy from divining the cosmic fate!
George Washington waves for a timeout! The farmer needs the stubborn soil break!
Broly crosses over past the media. This dude out of nowhere not in the mood to talk.
Barry Allen unclasps his chain and squeezes it in his fist. Broly runs a hand down his face. I spent the evening explaining basketball rules to my new intern. He still thinks you can walk with the ball. Thanks everyone. Up next: 'Survivor: Open-Plan Office.' Whoever makes it through the 5 PM meeting wins.
Matchday 14 — vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
78-122 (L)
George Washington, this small but mighty player, takes the court! The standing ovation is electric!
Broly can't buy a bucket! Another miss on the low block! Frustrating!
Mewtwo gets the ball stripped! The cosmic fate would have stayed in an astrologer's grip!
This global icon George Washington fouls reaching in! Occasional mental lapses on defense!
Broly, this solid build, waves off the play call! Hot head hurting the team!
Time to breathe. Mewtwo has both hands on both knees, completely cooked. Little secret: Mewtwo watches cat videos between quarters. Says it's relaxing. Second half! The crowd is on its feet, and so are the players.
Zoom penetrates the leather into the front rim! That's frustrating for this dark horse!
Broly, this guy nobody was talking about, is dragging! The allotted time minutes taking their toll!
Broly with the errant pass! This rising star needs to settle down!
Mewtwo is visibly upset! Upset as an astrologer when the cosmic fate goes sideways!
This newcomer Zoom congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this newcomer.
Zoom's eyes are red, jaw tight. Barry Allen apologizes to the coach, voice cracking. I spent the evening looking for a stat that couldn't be found. It didn't exist. I made one up. Thanks! And now, 'Neighbors from Hell: The Community Compost Bin Saga.' Episode 1 of 74.
Matchday 15 — vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
89-134 (L)
Game time! Barry Allen and this solid pro ready to put on a show at the venue!
Broly clanks another one off the rim! This diamond in the rough needs to find rhythm!
This established player Barry Allen gets pickpocketed off the pick and roll! Sloppy handling!
George Washington, this little firecracker, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over tendency to rush!
Zoom, this tweener, pounds the scorer's table! Limited stamina on full display!
Halftime whistle. Broly high-fives his teammates on the way out. Little secret: Broly watches cat videos between quarters. Says it's relaxing. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
Mewtwo with the ugly miss! The astrologer touch is absent tonight!
Barry Allen, this versatile guy, is drenched in sweat! Emptying the tank!
Broly passes to nobody! This raw talent with a head-scratching decision!
George Washington gets a technical for complaining! Tendency to rush on full display!
Broly, this combo guard, hangs the head. Tough loss despite nerves of steel effort.
George Washington clenches his left fist, unclenches, clenches again. Broly fidgets with his wristband nervously. Tonight I yelled so loud the guy in the next booth asked me to keep it down. Mid-game. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
My Team finishes #16 (0W-15L). Better luck next season! MVP: Barry Allen.
Season Journal
Stop. Everybody shut up. You feel that? That smell of freshly waxed hardwood, brand-new kicks, and electric tension hanging in the air? That's the smell of a night that's going down in the history books. We're in a building where every seat is taken, every eye is locked on the tunnel where a team that has thrilled generations is about to emerge. Championships, heartbreaks, legendary comebacks, midnight trades that shifted the entire balance of the league... This franchise is a damn novel all by itself. And tonight, we're starting the next chapter. The team with no name, baby!
Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got Barry Allen on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. The man is massive, a first step more explosive than a rocket launch, and a fadeaway so silky that even the defenders applaud as they watch him score. Scouts had this dude flagged at 14. By 16, he was beating pros. Today? He's embarrassing them.
His teammate told me something last week that gave me chills. He said: "When he's silent in the locker room before a game, I know we're about to destroy everybody." The man doesn't talk, he executes. He doesn't celebrate, he absorbs. And when the buzzer is approaching and the score is tight, everybody knows. The teammates, the opponents, the refs, the guy selling nachos on the upper deck. Everybody knows the ball is ending up in his hands. And it's ending up in the basket.
Hold on tight because the next name is going to make you spit out your beer: Mewtwo. Profession? Astrologer. Yeah. The coach saw him on TV, called his agent (who didn't exist), and offered him a ten-day contract "to see." The guy showed up with their star chart, a ham sandwich, and bulletproof enthusiasm. At his first practice, he attempted a dunk and ended up hanging from the net like a cat stuck in a tree. The fire department came. Twice. But he's got heart, the man, and apparently the precision he puts into the cosmic fate could translate to mid-range shooting. We believe. Well, the coach believes. The rest of us broke out the popcorn.
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: Barry Allen.
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