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| # | Team | å | æ | Pts |
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| 1 | Detroit Engine-Roar | 13 | 2 | 26 |
| 2 | Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 3 | Boston Ring-Chasers | 12 | 3 | 24 |
| 4 | Cleveland Twin-Towers | 11 | 4 | 22 |
| 5 | San Antonio Skyscrapers | 10 | 5 | 20 |
| 6 | Minnesota Ice-Wall | 9 | 6 | 18 |
| 7 | Denver Horse-Track | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 8 | Toronto Border-Patrol | 8 | 7 | 16 |
| 9 | New York Over-Timers | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 10 | Houston Blast-Off | 7 | 8 | 14 |
| 11 | Los Angeles Nursing-Home | 6 | 9 | 12 |
| 12 | Phoenix No-Defense | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 13 | Philadelphia Injury-Report | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 14 | My Team | 4 | 11 | 8 |
| 15 | Miami Heart-Attack | 3 | 12 | 6 |
| 16 | Orlando Magic-Beans | 2 | 13 | 4 |
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Get comfortable because tonight, we are about to witness something special. I can feel it. It's in the air, it's in the eyes, it's in the low rumble of 20,000 people who know they're about to live through a moment. The franchise about to step onto this court has seen it all, lived it all: legendary triple-doubles, buzzer-beating heartbreaks, 15-point fourth-quarter comebacks, and losses that shatter careers. But they're here, still and always, with that burning desire to tear everything apart. The team with no name, baby! Yeah sure, it's a team sport, we all agree on that. But when you've got å «æå¡ on your roster, the word "team" basically means him plus four guys who pass him the ball. Standing at 204 cm, 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. The scary thing is that the more pressure rises, the more he rises with it. Fourth quarter, down by three, the opposing coach screaming, the crowd roaring... And he just shrugs, takes the ball, and nails a step-back three over three defenders draped all over him like it's a Tuesday morning shootaround drill. This is the kind of player you don't just build a team around, you build an era around him. And tonight, that era begins. Moment of truth, folks. You see the guy at the end of the bench, the one who looks completely lost among the giants? That's 森ä¿äž. A ãµãã«ãŒéžæ in civilian life. The kind of guy who handles 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº better than a basketball, and who somehow ended up on a professional roster because the coach "had a vision." A vision, ladies and gentlemen. Probably somewhere between his second and third mojito at the All-Star Weekend party. 森ä¿äž has a unique playing style: he runs a lot, understands very little, and has an unfortunate tendency to treat 決åãŽãŒã« and the basketball exact same way. The fans already love him. Not for his stats (he has none) but because every time he steps on the court, it's Christmas morning. The budget is fine, nothing more. This is the team that shops with a list and puts back the name-brand cereal for the store brand. They've got a serviceable roster, a guy or two who can drop 20 on a good night, but beyond that, it's filler. The coach works with what he's got, which ain't much, but he makes it work. This is the team that can beat anyone on a Tuesday night and get demolished on Friday. The textbook definition of "depends on the night."
第 1 â vs Detroit Engine-Roar
79-124 (æ)
This potential breakout star æ²³æåèŒ in the starting lineup! Let's see what this potential breakout star brings!
å¯æš«åæš¹ air-mails a bank shot in transition! Way off for this unknown gem!
森ä¿äž, this compact dynamo, gets stripped from way beyond the arc! Hot head exposed!
森ä¿äž, this elusive guard, lets the shooter get free from the right corner! Costly lapse!
å¯æš«åæš¹ slams the Spalding in frustration! Limited stamina on full display!
Back in the locker room, 森ä¿äž sits down and stares at the ceiling. Fun fact: 森ä¿äž tried to patent a celebration after a three-pointer. The application was rejected. Both teams retake the hardwood. Everything is still up for grabs.
å «æå¡, this walking skyscraper, gets stuffed trying a hook shot! Denied!
This league veteran å «æå¡ is a warrior but the body says no! The contest of war!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠commits the live-ball turnover! The ã«ã¡ã© would be ashamed!
ã¯ããããã¡ããŒ, this hidden prospect, refuses to high-five! Shaky emotions under pressure hurting the chemistry!
This dude out of nowhere å¯æš«åæš¹ shakes hands and moves on. In the end, sometimes predictable game proved costly.
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠presses his forehead against the tunnel glass. å «æå¡ walks right past without noticing. Your commentator lost his press badge during the game. I had to climb over a barrier. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'What Would You Do: People Who Say Hello in the Elevator.' Exposing the truth.
第 2 â vs Miami Heart-Attack
119-104 (å)
森ä¿äž checks in for the first play! Clocking in for the shift, let's work!
å «æå¡ scores with silky smooth technique. A two-handed slam from mid-range! Too smooth!
This raw talent å¯æš«åæš¹ takes the charge on the low block! Gutsy play!
å¯æš«åæš¹ fades away the Wilson through traffic! What a pass by this newcomer!
This newcomer æ²³æåèŒ recognizes the zone and attacks the gap! Genius!
Halftime. The physio pounces on ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠to massage his thighs. Did you know ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠knits to unwind? Made a scarf in Miami Heart-Attack's colors. By accident, obviously. We resume. Eyes locked in, jaws clenched.
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠fades away the pill with purpose! A catch-and-shoot triple! This player nobody saw coming means business!
Listen to that roar! ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠explodes and the place explodes!
This dude out of nowhere å¯æš«åæš¹ runs the leather patiently! Searching for the perfect shot!
This is the å¯æš«åæš¹ game! This rising star taking over in the third quarter!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this pocket rocket, salutes the faithful! A raised fist! What a night!
å¯æš«åæš¹ hugs the mascot. å «æå¡ hugs the referee. Awkward. During the timeout, I tried to do pull-ups on the edge of the broadcast booth. Zero. Good night! And now: 'Naked and Afraid: Lost in the Shopping Mall.'
第 3 â vs Orlando Magic-Beans
88-133 (æ)
å¯æš«åæš¹, this scrappy guard, is introduced and the arena explodes! This total unknown is in the building!
森ä¿äž can't convert the open shot! åŸç¹ããing the 決åãŽãŒã« is way easier!
æ²³æåèŒ, this undersized spark plug, gets called for the carry! Limited stamina in ball-handling!
This newcomer å¯æš«åæš¹ bites on the fake! Beaten at the top of the key!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠slaps the floor in frustration! Slapping harder than a youtuber hits the workbench!
Halftime whistle. 森ä¿äž has dried blood on his elbow but plays tough. I've been told 森ä¿äž once ordered a pizza during a timeout. The coach was not amused. Back at it! The coach said two words. Two words that were enough.
An alley-oop by å «æå¡ back to the basket is way off! Tough night for this next-level player!
å «æå¡ dishes a step slower than usual! Tendency to force bad shots in the tank!
Intercepted! 森ä¿äž's pass snatched right out of the air! A ãµãã«ãŒéžæ would never be that careless!
ã¯ããããã¡ããŒ, this solid build, sits down hard on the bench! Lack of consistency written all over his face!
å¯æš«åæš¹ had the chances but couldn't convert. This potential breakout star left wanting.
å «æå¡ mutters 'damn' under his breath. 森ä¿äž says 'yeah' in the same tone. Did you know that 森ä¿äž practices youtuber on Tuesdays? Builds character, that does. Good night! Up next: 'America's Got Talent: Mouth Noises Edition.' The judges are baffled.
第 4 â vs Philadelphia Injury-Report
89-116 (æ)
å «æå¡, this big fella, announced to huge cheers! A cathedral silence!
å¯æš«åæš¹ rises up the rock right into the defender's hands! Defense that's basically a suggestion!
æ²³æåèŒ, this pint-sized baller, commits the travel! Lack of consistency in the footwork!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this undersized spark plug, loses the assignment! Easy bucket over ego the size of Texas!
森ä¿äž knocks down a step-back three along the baseline! Ice in the veins!
Back to the locker room. æ²³æåèŒ punches his locker. Little scoop: æ²³æåèŒ tried to bribe the DJ to play his song. The DJ agreed. Nobody liked it. Act two! The bench players are fired up, the starters too.
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠fades away and kicks the stanchion! This dude out of nowhere losing composure!
å «æå¡, this mountain of a man, wastes a golden chance with a wild euro-step!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this small but mighty player, exploits the mismatch in transition! Smart play!
æ²³æåèŒ goes to work but the legs won't cooperate! Ego the size of Texas catching up!
This newcomer æ²³æåèŒ congratulates the opponent. Class in defeat from this newcomer.
森ä¿äž walks like someone carrying the weight of the world. ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠drags one foot after the other. Tonight my voice traveled three octaves. Baritone to soprano. Basketball does that to you. See you tomorrow! Up next: 'Extreme Reading: The Terms and Conditions.' 4-hour special.
第 5 â vs Phoenix No-Defense
107-106 (å)
This newcomer æ²³æåèŒ gets the crowd going early! The energy is building!
森ä¿äž, this compact dynamo, with the clutch perfect contest! The crowd is on its feet!
This dude out of nowhere æ²³æåèŒ with a rare miss off the pick and roll! Even the best stumble!
This next-level player å «æå¡ punishes the defense with a catch-and-shoot triple at the top of the key!
æ²³æåèŒ reads the defense perfectly! An off-the-charts basketball IQ and a sky-high basketball IQ!
That's a wrap for now. å¯æš«åæš¹ dives into the tunnel. Did you know? å¯æš«åæš¹ tried to become a rapper before basketball. The world dodged a bullet. We're back! Flushed cheeks and hungry eyes on the players.
æ²³æåèŒ, this compact dynamo, with the late-game buzzer beater! Next-level basketball IQ shining through!
æ²³æåèŒ, this scrappy guard, contests everything from way beyond the arc! Unreal swagger on full display!
å¯æš«åæš¹ soaks in a hostile crowd! This player nobody saw coming living for these moments!
æ²³æåèŒ, this total unknown, orchestrates the last possession! A floater! Perfection!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠dominates the box score! Numbers worthy of a youtuber's the ã¢ã«ãŽãªãºã chart!
æ²³æåèŒ does a backflip. Well, he tries. å¯æš«åæš¹ applauds the effort. During the game, I counted how many times I said 'incredible.' Seventeen. A personal record. Good night! Up next: 'My 600-Lb Neighbor: He Makes Noise at 3 AM.' Shocking testimonies.
第 6 â vs Los Angeles Nursing-Home
97-95 (å)
森ä¿äž stretches center court! Loosening up, the ãµãã«ãŒéžæ is getting ready!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this undersized dog, recovers and contests! Never-give-up effort fueled by pure God-given talent!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠can't get it to fall! Gravity treats the damn ball differently than the ã¢ã«ãŽãªãºã !
å¯æš«åæš¹ pulls up and drills a half-court heave! Can't teach that!
å «æå¡ slows the pace when the team needs it! This solid pro tempo control!
Halftime whistle. 森ä¿äž high-fives his teammates on the way out. Small detail: 森ä¿äž wears mismatched socks every game. Calls it a strategy. On to the next chapter. The court is just waiting for the ball.
æ²³æåèŒ explodes with the game on the line! A buzzer-beater! He lives for this!
å¯æš«åæš¹ plays the passing angle perfectly! Deflection by this guy nobody was talking about!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this short king, gestures for more noise! The crowd goes nuts!
This up-and-coming baller å «æå¡ takes over in the second quarter! Nerves of steel in crunch time!
It's over! æ²³æåèŒ delivers the goods! This who-is-this-guy player walks off a winner!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠blows a kiss to the camera. 森ä¿äž blows twelve. å «æå¡ blocks the lens. Your commentator survived one game, four coffees, and a sandwich of questionable date. We're done! And now: 'The Voice: Office Karaoke After Two Beers Edition.'
第 7 â vs Toronto Border-Patrol
96-101 (æ)
This diamond in the rough å¯æš«åæš¹ comes out aggressive! Opens with a finger roll under the basket!
æ²³æåèŒ, this newcomer, pulls the trigger off the pick and roll but no luck!
This who-is-this-guy player ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠forces a pass into double coverage! Picked off!
æ²³æåèŒ gambles for the steal and pays the price! Injury-prone body!
This potential breakout star æ²³æåèŒ does it again! A step-back three with effortless precision!
Buzzer sounds, halftime! 森ä¿äž walks head down toward the tunnel. True story: 森ä¿äž 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.
ã¯ããããã¡ããŒ, this do-it-all player, shows negative body language! Injury-prone body creeping in!
森ä¿äž dribbles the Spalding into the front rim! That's frustrating for this top-tier talent!
森ä¿äž makes the right read! Saw it coming a mile away, true ãµãã«ãŒéžæ!
æ²³æåèŒ, this low-to-the-ground speedster, is drenched in sweat! Emptying the tank!
å «æå¡, this mountain of a man, trudges off the venue. Lessons to take from this one.
å¯æš«åæš¹ closes his eyes walking out. å «æå¡ keeps his wide open, fixed, empty. Fun fact: my sound engineer fell asleep during the second quarter. I woke him with an elbow. We're done here. Up next: 'Top Chef: Microwave Edition.' Bon appetit.
第 8 â vs Minnesota Ice-Wall
103-121 (æ)
森ä¿äž, this lightning-quick little man, sets the tone immediately! Nerves of steel from the jump!
Brick! æ²³æåèŒ misfires driving to the hoop! Defense that's basically a suggestion at the worst time!
å¯æš«åæš¹ with the errant pass! This player nobody saw coming needs to settle down!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠gets posted up and scored on! This newcomer overpowered!
森ä¿äž converts the and-one! Tough as åŸç¹ããing the 決åãŽãŒã« all day!
The players leave the court. å¯æš«åæš¹ clings to the tunnel railing. Locker room anecdote: å¯æš«åæš¹ talks to a sock called 'Assistant Coach.' We don't judge. The players step onto the hardwood once more. The second half starts now.
å «æå¡, this well-respected player, with the frustrated foul! Injury-prone body in tough moments!
That one wasn't even close, ã¯ããããã¡ããŒ! Stick to é äºããing the ã¢ã«ãŽãªãºã !
森ä¿äž exploits the mismatch! Finding weakness with the 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº acumen!
This diamond in the rough æ²³æåèŒ can barely get up the court! Fatigue setting in!
å «æå¡ sits alone on the bench. This legit talent processing the defeat.
森ä¿äž whispers 'this can't be real' under his breath. æ²³æåèŒ nods without conviction. I discovered tonight that my mic was off for three minutes. Three minutes of pure genius, lost forever. Thanks for the game! And now, tonight's feature film: 'Fast and Furious 47: The Quest for a Parking Spot.'
第 9 â vs Houston Blast-Off
107-97 (å)
Tip-off! æ²³æåèŒ gets us started! Let's go!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠scores off the inbound! That's the preparation of a youtuber right there!
æ²³æåèŒ a monster swat and starts the fast break! Defense wins championships!
This unknown gem ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠with the one-handed bullet pass! Right on the money!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠exploits the soft spot in the high post! Soft as the ã¢ã«ãŽãªãºã under the ã«ã¡ã©!
Back in the locker room, å «æå¡ sits down and stares at the ceiling. Fun fact: å «æå¡ got rejected at a casting for a deodorant commercial. The irony. Back for the second half. The coach slammed his fist on the table.
A devastating dunk by å «æå¡! The crowd erupts! A gym-rat work ethic personified!
This newcomer æ²³æåèŒ draws the MVP chants! The crowd is on their feet for the star!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠makes the extra pass! Extra effort, the youtuber way!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠dedicates this game to the ã¢ã«ãŽãªãºã and every youtuber who believed!
森ä¿äž wraps up with a double-double! Double duty: the 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº and the orange!
æ²³æåèŒ performs an absolutely ridiculous victory dance. å¯æš«åæš¹ imitates it. It's worse. Final confession: I still don't know how to pronounce æ²³æåèŒ's name. Forgive me. That was beautiful. And now: 'House Hunters International: 90-Square-Foot Studio, Wall View.' A steal.
第 10 â vs Denver Horse-Track
95-107 (æ)
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠bounces the ball pre-game! Getting that rhythm going!
An alley-oop from å «æå¡ hits the iron! Injury-prone body under the spotlight!
This guy nobody was talking about å¯æš«åæš¹ commits the 5-second violation! Clock management sometimes predictable game!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠gets crossed over! This rising star left frozen from mid-range!
å¯æš«åæš¹ pulls up and scores! A catch-and-shoot triple! This elusive guard is a problem!
Back to the locker room. ã¯ããããã¡ããŒ's shorts are torn but he couldn't care less. I've been told ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠always puts his left shoe on first. The one day he switched, gave up 40 points. The buzzer calls the players. Time for the show, act II.
æ²³æåèŒ dunks away from the huddle! This player nobody saw coming in a dark place mentally!
A buzzer-beater from å «æå¡ catches the back rim and pops out! So close!
This hidden prospect æ²³æåèŒ adjusts the angle mid-drive! An off-the-charts basketball IQ body control!
å «æå¡ misses from fatigue! This league veteran can't get the elevation in transition!
æ²³æåèŒ explodes to the tunnel in disappointment. This dark horse will learn from this.
å «æå¡ is the last one off the court, shoulders hunched. ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠waits at the tunnel entrance. My evening? I spent it holding back tears. Of joy? Of exhaustion? Both. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
第 11 â vs New York Over-Timers
85-123 (æ)
å¯æš«åæš¹ lets fly into position! This guy nobody was talking about not wasting any time!
å «æå¡ can't buy a bucket! Another miss from the left corner! Frustrating!
å¯æš«åæš¹ charges right into the defender! Turnover! Tendency to force bad shots when controlling pace!
This raw talent å¯æš«åæš¹ caught ball-watching! Backdoor cut for an easy score!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠can't hide the frustration! The ã«ã¡ã© frustration meets the leather frustration!
Halftime! ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠looks in the mirror and shakes his head. Anecdote: ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠once wore his jersey inside out for the entire first quarter. Nobody dared say anything. Back on the court. The coach changed the starting five, that'll be a surprise.
æ²³æåèŒ, this newcomer, fumbles the finish at the buzzer! Back to the drawing board!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠is visibly tired! This hidden prospect needs a timeout badly!
森ä¿äž dispossessed! Couldn't hold on, not the ãµãã«ãŒéžæ's finest moment!
This newcomer å¯æš«åæš¹ stares at the ref! That look could freeze water!
This guy nobody was talking about å¯æš«åæš¹ tips the hat to the winner. Respect despite the pain.
森ä¿äž stares at the floor while å «æå¡ mutters something inaudible under his breath. Tonight I lost my voice, rediscovered my passion, and forgot where I parked. A complete evening. See you soon. And now: '911: My Cat Climbed on Top of the Wardrobe.'
第 12 â vs Cleveland Twin-Towers
73-117 (æ)
森ä¿äž starts in the defensive anchor! Playing the defensive anchor the way a ãµãã«ãŒéžæ plays with the 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº!
This guy with a proven track record å «æå¡ throws up a prayer off the pick and roll! Not answered!
å «æå¡ coughs up the damn ball! Sometimes predictable game strikes again facing the rim!
This who-is-this-guy player æ²³æåèŒ gives up the offensive rebound! Limited stamina when boxing out!
æ²³æåèŒ mutters to himself walking back! This dark horse fighting inner demons!
Well-deserved break. æ²³æåèŒ looks like someone who just ran a marathon. Anecdote: æ²³æåèŒ fell asleep on the bench during an exhibition game. Still got named MVP. Here they come. Fresh as daisies. Or not. We'll find out soon enough.
The rim rejects 森ä¿äž! The rim says no! Even a ãµãã«ãŒéžæ gets rejected sometimes!
森ä¿äž is spent! Used up like the 決åãŽãŒã« after a ãµãã«ãŒéžæ's long day!
森ä¿äž dribbles it off their foot! The 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº would never betray a ãµãã«ãŒéžæ like that!
æ²³æåèŒ drops the head after another miss! Shaky emotions under pressure sapping the confidence!
å¯æš«åæš¹, this compact dynamo, hangs the head. Tough loss despite freakish explosiveness effort.
森ä¿äž turns back to look at the court one last time. ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠doesn't turn around. Tonight my colleague told me I smell like stress. I told him it was my cologne. That's a wrap! Coming up: 'What Would You Do: People Who Say Hello in the Elevator.' Exposing the truth.
第 13 â vs Boston Ring-Chasers
81-115 (æ)
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠opens with a hook shot! This guy nobody was talking about making an early statement!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠lets fly but the shot rims out! Sometimes predictable game rears its ugly head!
æ²³æåèŒ throws it away! Hot head under pressure back to the basket!
æ²³æåèŒ loses the screen battle! Ego the size of Texas around the picks!
æ²³æåèŒ, this short king, throws the hands up! Exasperated at the buzzer!
Halftime. å «æå¡ wolfs down an energy bar in two bites. Fun fact: å «æå¡ was voted best-looking player on the team. By his mom. In a poll she created herself. Back on the hardwood. The tension has gone up a notch.
å «æå¡ steps back the ball into nothing! Sometimes predictable game on full display tonight!
This dark horse å¯æš«åæš¹ has heavy legs! The pace has been brutal!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠trips up in the free-throw line! A youtuber never trips at work... Right?
å «æå¡ picks up the second technical! This guy with a proven track record ejected! Hot head!
森ä¿äž reflects on what could have been. Injury-prone body the difference tonight.
森ä¿äž's eyes are red, jaw tight. å¯æš«åæš¹ apologizes to the coach, voice cracking. Evening confession: I'm wearing 森ä¿äž's jersey under my shirt. For morale. That's all for tonight. And now: 'Deadliest Catch: Rush Hour on the Beltway.' Documentary.
第 14 â vs San Antonio Skyscrapers
77-122 (æ)
å «æå¡, this tower, takes the court! The hostile crowd is electric!
This hungry young player å¯æš«åæš¹ short-arms a pull-up jumper from way beyond the arc! Not enough lift!
This raw talent å¯æš«åæš¹ with a careless turnover! Gift-wrapped for the opponent!
森ä¿äž gives up the back door! Tendency to rush when overplaying!
å «æå¡ storms to the bench! This solid pro is visibly upset!
Back to the locker room. æ²³æåèŒ's shorts are torn but he couldn't care less. Did you know? æ²³æåèŒ launched a basketball podcast. Two episodes. Zero listeners. Still going. On to the next chapter. The court is just waiting for the ball.
森ä¿äž launches and misses! The rock isn't the 決åãŽãŒã«, and it shows!
æ²³æåèŒ, this elusive guard, is moving in slow motion! Tank is empty!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠with the backcourt violation! This unknown gem under too much pressure!
森ä¿äž argues with the ref! The same passion they bring to åŸç¹ããing the 決åãŽãŒã«!
森ä¿äž walks the tunnel in silence! Done for the night, back to ãµãã«ãŒéžæ life tomorrow!
å «æå¡ pulls his cap down over his eyes. 森ä¿äž doesn't have a cap, and it shows. Your commentator broke his personal screaming record tonight. My throat is not thanking me. That's all for today. Up next: 'Dateline: The True Cost of a Cup of Yogurt.' Deep investigation.
第 15 â vs Oklahoma City Treasure-Chest
85-111 (æ)
å «æå¡, this hooper's hooper, wins the opening tip! Great start for the team!
å¯æš«åæš¹ launches but overcooks it! Sometimes predictable game showing up again!
ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠dribbles carelessly and gets stripped! Another giveaway!
å «æå¡, this absolute unit, gets blown by on the perimeter! Defense that's basically a suggestion in the legs!
å «æå¡ with another pull-up jumper! You can't stop this man!
Halftime. å «æå¡ is holding his ribs walking toward the tunnel. Juicy anecdote: å «æå¡ was caught dancing the Macarena in the showers. Alone. The locker room empties, the court fills up. Act 2.
This hooper's hooper å «æå¡ can't believe the call! Arguing with the ref!
This rising star ã¯ããããã¡ã㌠muscles up an alley-oop but can't get it to fall!
æ²³æåèŒ launches to the weak side! This dude out of nowhere exploiting the rotation!
森ä¿äž drags their feet! Heavy as the 圌ãã®ãµãã«ãŒã·ã¥ãŒãº at the end of a shift!
This total unknown å¯æš«åæš¹ stares at the scoreboard. Not the outcome this total unknown wanted.
森ä¿äž bites the inside of his cheek. å «æå¡ pinches the bridge of his nose. I spent my evening screaming into a microphone, and honestly, I'd do it all over again. Good night everyone! And now, the show nobody asked for: 'Pigeon Hunters.'
My Team finishes #14 (4W-11L). Better luck next season! MVP: å «æå¡.
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