SCANDAL! Finals Star Walks! Hornets Can't Ward Off Globetrotters!
Feb 19, 2020 17:56:17 GMT
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Post by eric on Feb 19, 2020 17:56:17 GMT
DATELINE - NEW YORK, New York, February 19
The Main Board Sim League was rocked today as once again we were reminded that for all the blood and sweat and love and tears involved in this huevo bonito, the roof is the ceiling and the bottom line is the bottom line.
There isn't a child in this great nation who wasn't glued to their television set watching the incomprehensible exploits of the great Tim Breaux in last year's championship tilt. When the flashy razzle dazzle of (fading?) superstar Kendall Marshall dug the Atlanta Hawks into a perilously deep 6 point fourth quarter deficit, it was the solid lunchpail play of Breaux and fellow bench warming ham and eggers Roy Hamilton and Emeka Okafor that cut the Chicago lead to a razor thin 3. Many thousands in attendance and millions watching at home still wonder whether the Hawks could have pulled out the victory if the so-called "$100,000 Perimeter" had stayed a "$100,000 Cheering Section", but no one expected extension negotiations to break down in the offseason, and certainly no one expected all Bill King's horses and all Bill King's men to put a contract back together again - it just goes to show that when one looks to the midnight heavens on the first deadline of free agency, it's tough to see the swooping Blackhawk. Reports that the Atlanta G.M. compared Mr. Breaux to Benedict Arnold have neither been confirmed nor denied.
An only marginally less magnificent wing player also jumped teams, although it's hard to blame Mitch Richmond for leaving behind the wasted shell of Charlotte and its snowbound hinterlands for the utopian metropolis of Harlem, which this reporter is told even enjoys proximity to the great New York City itself. The scrambling Charlotte front office issued the following suspiciously terse statement, rife with innuendo: "Really surprised Mitch got maxed"
General Manager Fecta "Twenty" Three was later heard shouting that he (Fecta) had not even offered him (Mitch Richmond, the player heretofore employed by his (Fecta's) team (the Hornets)) a max, let alone the FULL MAX traditionally warranted. Sources confirm that as on most days at ten o'clock in the morning he was drunk off his gourd on fermented gourd juice, although we have also confirmed that it was sustainably sourced as one would eggspect.
The Main Board Sim League was rocked today as once again we were reminded that for all the blood and sweat and love and tears involved in this huevo bonito, the roof is the ceiling and the bottom line is the bottom line.
There isn't a child in this great nation who wasn't glued to their television set watching the incomprehensible exploits of the great Tim Breaux in last year's championship tilt. When the flashy razzle dazzle of (fading?) superstar Kendall Marshall dug the Atlanta Hawks into a perilously deep 6 point fourth quarter deficit, it was the solid lunchpail play of Breaux and fellow bench warming ham and eggers Roy Hamilton and Emeka Okafor that cut the Chicago lead to a razor thin 3. Many thousands in attendance and millions watching at home still wonder whether the Hawks could have pulled out the victory if the so-called "$100,000 Perimeter" had stayed a "$100,000 Cheering Section", but no one expected extension negotiations to break down in the offseason, and certainly no one expected all Bill King's horses and all Bill King's men to put a contract back together again - it just goes to show that when one looks to the midnight heavens on the first deadline of free agency, it's tough to see the swooping Blackhawk. Reports that the Atlanta G.M. compared Mr. Breaux to Benedict Arnold have neither been confirmed nor denied.
An only marginally less magnificent wing player also jumped teams, although it's hard to blame Mitch Richmond for leaving behind the wasted shell of Charlotte and its snowbound hinterlands for the utopian metropolis of Harlem, which this reporter is told even enjoys proximity to the great New York City itself. The scrambling Charlotte front office issued the following suspiciously terse statement, rife with innuendo: "Really surprised Mitch got maxed"
General Manager Fecta "Twenty" Three was later heard shouting that he (Fecta) had not even offered him (Mitch Richmond, the player heretofore employed by his (Fecta's) team (the Hornets)) a max, let alone the FULL MAX traditionally warranted. Sources confirm that as on most days at ten o'clock in the morning he was drunk off his gourd on fermented gourd juice, although we have also confirmed that it was sustainably sourced as one would eggspect.
