Through The Storm: A St. Louis Story

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The concept of attribute pairs developed in tandem (Open & Contested Mid-Range/Threes) is new, so there might be some further tweaking needed. I've added a couple of tunables which I'm hoping will make it into a patch that will allow us to adjust the progression of those two attribute pairs in the future without the need of further patches, so we can better match the proper numbers without the need for custom training profiles, so you can use training to actually develop teams and players the way you want rather than as workarounds.

Regarding the lack of A+ potential players, one of the next roster updates will include updated templates with higher max potentials for non-once-in-a-generation players so you should see more players eligible to develop into 90+ numbers without manual edits.

Templates carrying over into existing saves is also in the pipeline for a future patch.

Double post, sorry, but the above is from 2K dev and legendary forum member, Leftos. Looks like our work done here caught his eye and he's pursuing a full-time solution from his side. Exciting stuff -- this is the power of the community at work.

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Ch. 24

Opening night of the NBA season, November 2nd, 2017. The offseason had been — I’d say — a success. Despite Graves offering Noel that insane contract (and us being forced to accept), we still had a very solid team. Carroll was our veteran leader and the Junkyard Dog was as much as symbol for what I wanted our team to be as it was a nickname.

I wanted us to be a tough, rough, and biting type of team. Someone who would attack and win anyway they could … if they had to bleed, they’d bleed. But they’d make you bleed more. That was the ultimate goal, really, to build a culture that sustained that ideal, that fed it, that groomed it, that nurtured it, and that screamed it as soon as you go to the arena.

Our crowd was more than obliging. Despite the switch to white home uniforms, we still called for the crowd to wear as much red as they could, to make sure the other teams understood they were entering a place they were not welcome. The crowd came through for us, most doing as we asked.

That said, the fans — over the delirium of actually having an NBA team — questioned some of our moves in the offseason, particularly the Noel signing. Headlines like “Flight Give Noel Checkbook” and “Flight’s Salary Cap Soars with Noel” really did eat at me. And you know what? They *ucking pissed off Noel.

Noel, in Philly, was considered a good teammate. Someone who’d do the dirty work to keep you clean, but he got fed up with the way the 76ers were running things and, frankly, you can’t blame him. So when he left his reputation took a bit of a hit and opening night the questions were flying. Was he worth it?

He proved his worth that first night in spades against our first opponent, the Spurs. The model organization, what every franchise wanted to be, San Antonio was coming off a rough year. They had barely snuck into the playoffs as the 7th seed the season before, then got sent home in a five games by the Blazers. They were looking to reestablish themselves as contenders and we were the first sacrifice.

The game was a tight affair early as San Antonio came out and grabbed a five-point lead in the beginning, but then we found ourselves. We got into rhythm, we started playing our game, and we narrowed things down. If you were looking to see how our rookie was doing, he kept his head in that first quarter and showed some flashes.



The first half would be good to him — 12 points, 4-9 shooting, some trips to the line. The second-half was a horror story as Leonard, the Klaw, just locked him down and rendered him useless. So, he had one good half and one bad half … I wasn’t worried.

As a team, we played well in the second-half and went into halftime up five-points. Going up against an A+ organization like the Spurs, up five-points, was great. Our first home game with Noel, Carroll, Jackson, and our new unis and we were looking good. Delly wasn’t playing great, but the bench was making up for it.

In the third, we got even further ahead and it looked like we might win by double-digits.

Then the Spurs locked in and, like the quiet death machine they were, began to eat away at our lead. Slowly but surely it evaporated and then they took the lead. Late in the fourth I was sweating bullets, cursing like a drunken sailor with hemorrhoids, and about to scream. We had the game, it was OURS and we were letting it slip away.

But the team came together. As the quarter ticked away, we got a tiny two-point lead. We stopped the Spurs, came down the court, and with less than 30 seconds left tried to get into our offense. It wasn’t happening. Leonard was sticking to Wright like glue, he wasn’t letting Jackson pick him, and Wright took it inside with Leonard, Aldridge, and Hill waiting for him.

I was ready for the block, the fast-break, the backbreaking and-1, and the disappointment. Instead, Wright drew all three of them in, and kicked it out to Thon in the corner.



The dagger TRIPLE. I was floored, shot up from my seat, and just applauded. That was game, we had a five-point lead with about 20 seconds left, the Spurs would have to foul and they were in the bonus. We had it. We had the win.

I *ucking believed it and so did everyone in the building. Except the Spurs. They didn’t foul, they full court pressed us, grabbed a steal (which was a *ucking reach-in foul, but that’s another story) and got a basket. Lead down to three with less than 11 seconds left.

We inbound the ball again, but they fouled Delly. Delly can put it away, Delly can make it end.

He missed them both.

I’m in shock. Delly is a champion, he’s been great from the line, but he chokes?

The Spurs get the ball, take it up court, run their play, and they get a Leonard triple in the corner. Tie game.

We head to overtime. I’m convinced this is it, we can’t win, we gave up too much, we’re too young, too fresh, too new, too mentally *ucking weak, we’re a bunch of babies … and we don’t fold. Maker steps up, Noel locks the Spurs down and eats them for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and fourth-meal on the glass, and then there’s Delly.

Delly was PISSED. He knew he could have put it away and opened the OT period jacking up a transition triple and MAKING it. He took control of the offense and the game, got inside, drew the fouls, and didn’t miss one free throw in OT. The Spurs never led in the extra period and were forced to foul intentionally with under a minute to go.

Delly kept going back to the line. He kept sinking them. He forced Tony Parker to foul out with under 15 seconds to go. The game was locked up, sealed, and the first OT period at The Dome was complete.

A Flight win. One of the best games I ever attended.

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Ch. 25

We won the next game against the Hornets, then went on a three-game losing streak. Promptly. Like clockwork. It was tough to watch as our team struggled against the Wizards, the Bulls, and the Spurs (who whipped us, as you would expect). I wasn’t sure what the problem was, we were competitive, but we ended up dying in the second-half, either during the third or fourth quarters. Was it our rotations? Was it the players? Coaching? Hell if I knew.

But we rolled into Washington on the 13th of November, 2-3, looking to get a win and stoke our confidence. We didn’t get that win. The Wizards beat us without John Wall, who twisted his ankle in the 1st. We underperformed as Bradley Beal went off and ate us alive from deep, like our defense wasn’t there. We sicked Carroll on him and he shrugged it off. Stuck Delly and Wright on him and just got by them. There was no way to stop him as he was having a hot night.

Our shooting from deep was ice-cold by comparison. We could have been shooting in a blizzard and it would’ve been hotter than what we were doing. 4-of-23 from deep was our abysmal, *hittastic deep shooting line. Carroll was pretty much the only threat we had out there and the Wizards sagged off anyone else, daring them to hit.

We botched our defense, our rotations, and our shot making that night. But it wasn’t all bad — Josh “Action” Jackson was born. That’s the night he got his nickname, based off the old movie starring Apollo Creed from Rocky (whatever that guy’s name was).



That guy, yeah. Jackson took it upon himself to try and keep us in it, did work inside, did some nice things during the game overall. He wasn’t exactly lighting it up on defense, but his offense was coming along nicely and that night was a big one for him. Thon, Noel, and Jackson were at the top of our depth chart for a reason.

Meanwhile, Delly and Wright virtually disappeared. Sure, they were handing out dimes like colleges hand out condoms, but they couldn’t shoot anything that night. It was like they left their games on the bus, or maybe the hotel, but it wasn’t good. We fell to 2-4 and the season looked like we might be trying for another top-pick, which was not what I wanted.

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Ch. 26

After losing to the Wizards, McHale drilled our players in practice hard. He wanted us to actually start knocking down those open shots and he wasn’t taking any bull*hit. The next three games we went 2-1, the only loss against the 3-7 Pistons (whose season wasn’t starting out well at all). We were feeling a bit better about ourselves, but we were only 4-5.

Next up: the Grizzles, at 6-4, looking to steamroll over us. They were the epitome of bully ball, the guys who refused to play pace and space. They were stubborn, a veteran team with their sights on finally breaking through to the Finals. It was our first game against former Flight member, Jared Dudley, and I wanted us to show up.

And boy did we show up. The Grizzlies were attacked early and often from deep — we jacked it up mightily in the 1st quarter and buried them. They had no answers and the game pretty much was summed up in one sequence midway through the 1st.



The Grizzlies got better in the 2nd half, but by then Josh Jackson was raining fire from the heavens. He was unleashed that game against the slower, less athletic Grizzlies and he just kept hammering away at them inside. Our lead got up to nearly 40 points in the 3rd quarter before we started subbing in our deep bench — guys who only saw minutes in situations like this. We kept Jackson out there, let the rookie get his minutes, but the veterans rode the bench for most of the 2nd half and we came away with a 28-point win.

We had thoroughly slaughtered and dismantled the Grizzlies like no other. It was a beautiful win.

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Ch. 27

Towards the end of that November, we were 6-6. We were fighting to get back above .500, fighting to keep our head above water. As a young team, as an expansion team, we were prone to drowning pretty fast if losses started piling up. It was just the nature of the NBA; young teams had a tougher time fighting through adversity, especially our squad.

That said, we came back home to face the Lakers — one of our early rivals — and our crowd wanted them to lose. They always wanted the visiting team to lose, but the Lakers always brought out a special kind of hate from the St. Louis faithful. Much like how I *ucking despised West Coasters, the Flight home crowd despised the Lakers. Any team from California really brought out a level of vitriol that was above normal.

The game started out as both teams traded baskets. This was Jackson’s first battle against any of the West Coast teams and you could tell, the kid was a bit star-struck. Russell, Ingram, Randle … they were the young core the Lakers were betting would get them back to title contenders. Randle had been moved to the bench, which didn’t help the 5-9 Lakers at all. Something was off for the young team, maybe it was playing time, maybe it was drama, but something was wrong at the beginning of that season.

You could tell that was the case, too, when they entered the arena. The team didn’t play so much like they did last year — the ball stuck with certain guys and that resulted in some predictable offense. We came up with a lot of steals and blocks, resulting in fast break points that we weren’t used to getting.

The play of the game, for my money, was a straight mugging of Russell by Noel and the break that followed.



Jackson just powered through a bunch of guys there to deliver a rim-rattling jam. He didn’t have a great night, but he didn’t mess up — no turnovers and he kept Ingram bottled up. For a rookie, that was pretty good and thanks to him, Delly, and Thon, we put away the Lakers with relative ease despite a late rally from them.

I loved seeing the Lakers lose. Who didn’t?

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Ch. 28

December 2nd, 2018. After the win against the Lakers, we went on a three-game winning streak, beating the Suns, Warriors (I still can’t believe we won that one), and Kings. We flew into KC late the night before, we were coming off the win against the Kings and guys were tired. I didn’t expect us to do well and, sitting at 10-6, I was ready to accept a loss and the ability to rest our guys in the fourth.

The Knights were at 7-7, the 1st overall pick from the last draft, Markelle Fultz, just lighting the NBA on fire. Fultz was leading the entire league with an average of 26.6 PPG, and his play — combined with Paul Millsap — was keeping the Knights around. They actually had hope and the fans at the arena were as hyped as you’d imagine. After their team only won 13 games the year before, the Knights were already halfway to their previous win total.

Marshall Young was, of course, full of himself. He was also full of *hit but that was beyond obvious at this point.

“Wishing you had my point guard?” he asked smugly before tip off.

Sitting in the suite with him, I just sipped on my coffee — I needed the extra boost considering how tired I was from flying in.

“What is Jackson leading the league in anyway? Missed jumpers?”

“I’m sure he’s jealous of your point guard.” I continued to sip on my coffee, letting the comment just hang out there. Marshall didn’t see it for what it was; truth. Jackson was watching what Fultz was doing and he wanted to prove he belonged in that same conversation. He wanted to be recognized and his play, so far, was speaking to that in volumes.

When he stepped out on the Knights’ court that game, he went to work immediately. Before the 1st quarter was over he had 15 points, he was on fire, and the Knights couldn’t stop him. The ball would come his way, he’d cut to the hoop, and he’d draw the foul. Or he’d pass out to a corner triple. Or he’d just dunk it over their *hitty defense. He had options, he made things happen, and the rest of the team was wise enough to get the *uck out of his way.

Kevin McHale, bless him, didn’t try to force the offense to run plays. He just let them run, period. Jackson led the team in just about every category by halftime, including scoring, where he had 19 points already. The Knights were down big at the half, 65-48. It was embarrassing to Marshall, who left the suite and went down to to the locker room to witness the chewing out of his players.

I just ordered another cup of coffee while checking in on our fans via social media. They were having a field day. “Knights cheerleaders play great defense; the team not so much,” read one tweet. “Wish I knew what Paul Millsap saw in this team when he signed, besides dollar bills anyway,” read another. Our fans were letting them have it online and I spent halftime laughing at the things they wrote.

The third quarter was no laughing matter, though. Kansas City came out and tried to play us tough, but we didn’t have any of it. Jackson was still hot, and we still fed him … and then it happened.



I — and everyone on the bench — held our breath when Jackson went down. It looked bad for a second, but then the kid hopped up, played defense, and we called a timeout to look him over. McHale pulled him off the floor and the trainers took him back to the locker room, and he was hobbling a bit.

With Jackson out, the Knights had new life. They began to run good action with Rivers and Brown, getting their shots in, and making our large lead disappear in a matter of minutes. Carroll stepped in for Jackson and was doing good work on the defensive end, but his offense left a ton to be desired. Junkyard Dog just didn’t have the hop he once did and he found it pretty tough finishing against the Knights inside.

At the end of three, we were only up 83-72 and momentum was on the Knights' side. But, in the fourth, Jackson came back in. The kid didn’t need to, I think we could have finished the game without him, but he wanted in and the trainers cleared him; he only had a slightly twisted ankle and it wasn’t going to keep him out. As long as he played smart, he’d be okay.

With Jackson back it was like the fear of God was put into the Knights anytime he touched the ball. He was constantly double-teamed and that, combined with our shooting coming alive, helped close out the game and nail the Knights once and for all.

Marshall was pissed, but we made to 11-6 while his team went to 7-8. Jackson showed me a lot that day and showed his teammates a lot. He showed everyone he had the mentality to be a star and he had the skills to back it up.

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Nice to beat the rivals! Jackson had himself a game for sure!


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Nice to beat the rivals! Jackson had himself a game for sure!


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Yes indeed, he did. I thought the Knights would charge back in his absence (and they tried), but Jackson came back in -- thankfully -- and got my offense going again. He's proving to be more important than I anticipated in year one of his career and I hope he continues to play well.

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Ch. 29

Coming off that win against the Knights we were — pardon the pun — flying high. The team, the organization, the fans, everyone was singing our praises. For the first time in our short history, we had a host of pundits and critics saying, “Hey, maybe St. Louis can do something this season after all.”

Hope is the most powerful drug in the whole *ucking world. It’s how some of the worst humans in history have taken control of entire countries and tricked them into doing their own bidding. Jackson was absolutely golden for us, his play style complimenting Thon, Noel, and Delly. Carroll was doing good work as our veteran leader, Lauvergne wasn’t throwing a hissy fit for being on the bench — he was getting paid good money to be our third big and he took advantage of the weaker bench players night in and out.

The thing about the NBA, though, is that hope is often a temporary, fleeting thing. It’s there one moment, gone the next, and can be sucked from your entire season through just one event. An injury could change a franchise — look at Greg Oden — or a super-bad game could stick in a craw of a player all season long, unable to shake it.

We had hope after the Knights. We spanked the Spurs after that, 113-87. We then lost to the Magic and won against the Knicks. We then lost the next three games by an average of 20 points.

Unfathomable? Not for a young team. The extremes are real, real as the *hit you see in the toilet every morning after you have that second-cup of coffee you know you don’t need. We were that *hit in your toilet those three games, an embarrassing, soul-sapping stretch where we made more highlights for Shaqtin a Fool than SportsCenter.

We came off the snide against the Lakers, in LA, before traveling back home to take on the West’s second-best team, at 16-8, the Thunder. The defending champs had mostly stayed the same during the offseason, adding only a few bench pieces (Michael Beasley, really). They had to bring everyone back after the greatest season in their franchise history and they were at it again early that year. Westbrook had put to bed any doubts about his potential free agency by signing a 3yr/$94M dollar extension, so the team was in a good place.

We had gone 1-3 in our last four and we needed a win. They were the defending champs and we had talent this year, we had some hope, and so we took it to them.

The 1st was a high-scoring affair as Westbrook took it upon himself to bury us early. He was a man on fire and Delly, god help him, just couldn’t stay in front of him. Russell was juking, dribbling, putting on a show and Delly looked like he actually worked at a deli, not as a professional basketball player. We went down 32-26.

But the 2nd quarter was all us. We started finding each other and we started playing some lockdown defense. I mean, we were tipping passes, blocking shots, and getting out on the break. Midway through the 2nd, we had the Thunder by the throat.



As you can see, we pressed our heel into their throats and we pressed hard. OKC was taken aback and Russell started trying to win the game by himself. His heroics weren’t going to save them that night, we took control in the 2nd half and floored it. We let Jackson and Thon run all over them, we just let our two young guns kill the Thunder. It was a clinic and our fans loved every second of it.

We moved to 15-10, while the Thunder dropped to 16-9. We had proven, must once, that we could play with the best.

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Ch. 30

The NBA decided to grant us a Christmas day matchup against the Pelicans, who were leading the league at 20-6. We came into the game 16-11, having lost against the Warriors but barely escaping against the aging Heat. We were at home and that meant we got to unleash our Christmas day uniforms, which Garrett took a special pleasure in making.



As you can see, we got to feature that arch logo on our shorts, something Garrett quite liked, and we got the standard cursive team name. We opted for black numbers and lettering, simply because we didn’t much like the cream color of the main wordmark — the NBA wasn’t going to let us change it, but was fine with switching up the numbers and lettering. While we were there, we also proposed an alternate flex uniform for use at home or away.



The fans had been calling for a return of the home red and we had statistics to back us up. We still weren’t allowed to wear it all the time, but we were allotted a few games a year to use them, should we so choose — as long as it didn’t conflict with our opponents color scheme. Basically, it meant we wouldn’t be wearing them against teams that heavily featured red or black, which was fine by us.

Christmas day the entire family came down to the suite and it was different, that was for sure. Normally it was just me up there and, because of that, I had the run of the place. But with my brothers and my father there, it was more crowded than usual and actually taking notes on the game was pretty much a lost cause.

That, and we were all drinking a lot, makes the game fuzzy. What I do remember is that it was a high-scoring affair. Defense was left off the menu and the fans didn’t care at all, they were engaged every moment of the game — happy to see us back in red, and equally happy to watch a clash between two of the better teams in the league. We weren’t horrible and it seemed like we were finding our way.

By the time the fourth arrived, things had gotten close — way close. We started trading leads back and forth with NOLA and there was a lot of jawing happening on the floor. Trash talk was flying between Jackson and fellow rookie, Johnathan Issac. Issac fouled out, then Biymobo, and then Murray went down with an injury. Meanwhile, Thon and Davis were tussling down low. We switched Noel on him late and it really cramped the Brow's style.

It came down to the wire, the last two minutes of the game, and things were tense in the arena. We had given up a 12-point lead and had been on the wrong end of a blitz run by Eric Bledsoe, who was destroying us from anywhere on the floor. The man was a human fireball that game and was seriously outplaying Davis.

But he wasn’t outplaying Thon, who came up with the play of the game to seal the deal.



With that, the Pelicans were done. Toast. Fried. Finished. We didn’t choke it away like on opening night, we *ucking nailed their *sses to the wall. It wasn’t a great game defensively for either team, but our defense made the plays necessary at the end … Noel made the plays necessary. That was the day where I finally came around and admitted, at least to myself, that Graves was right: Noel was worth every penny.

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2017-18 Regular Season Update: Christmas Edition






Things to watch:

1. DeMarcus Cousins, traded to the Hornets in the offseason, has informed Charlotte he will be testing free agency. The Hornets are confident they can retain him, but Cousins is rumored to be looking to get out of Charlotte and join a contender -- teams across the league with projected cap space next season are determining whether or not to make a run at one of the league's most dominant players.

2. DeAndre Jordan may join Cousins, as he was also traded this offseason to the Bucks and Milwaukee isn't better for it. Sitting near the bottom of their conference, the Bucks may need to do a hard reset. Coach Jason Kidd is on the hot seat as his team is underperforming, yet again, despite the immense talent it possesses.

3. Kidd's hot seat is cold compared to Mike Malone's, however. Malone was supposed to be overseeing the Nuggets climb back into relevance but Denver seems worse than ever. The addition of veteran player and leader Al Horford hasn't seemed to help either side; Horford is nigh untradeable at this point thanks to his low numbers, but Malone is plenty fireable. League sources are predicting his ousting by the trade deadline at the latest if things continue to go as poorly.

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Ch. 31

The holiday season wasn’t super-fun for the team. Despite the Christmas day classic at The Dome, we went 2-4 in our next six games and, traveling to Portland, we were coming off a pasting by the Pacers, a 106-78 loss. Morale was still high but it hadn’t been fun post Christmas. The Blazers were 25-12, the 2nd best team out West, and we were holding fast as 7th in the conference, 19-15 … not a top-tier team by any *ucking means, but SO much better than the Knights, who were choking their season away.

Portland came out gunning, as you knew Lillard and McCollumn would. The two were prolific gunners and, if not for the Warriors, would have probably been considered the best backcourt in the NBA. Delly and Wright had their work cut out for them, but we had gotten into town the day before and McHale had called off practice to let guys just relax for a bit.

That relaxation seemed to be a bad call at the beginning of the game as Lillard hit two straight contested triples in Delly’s face and McCollumn killed us with a fast break dunk. We went down 8-0 and we looked *ucking lost, I mean little kid in a mega-mall LOST. It was bad.

McHale quickly subbed in our biggest bench weapon, Carroll AKA Junkyard Dog and essentially said, “Sick ‘em.” And did Junkyard Dog ever sick’em. He went to work on Lillard and slowed him down — the kid’s stats say otherwise, but Dame was working for every shot he got. We had Carroll guard him, Wright shift over to Crabbe, and Delly cover McCollumn.

But even then the Blazers hung tight. They went cold for stretches, we’d get a lead, then they’d go supernova and light our defense on fire. It was a back and forth affair for most of the game, but our bench came through — particularly Carroll and everyone’s favorite bench player, “Mighty” Joseph Young. Young put McCollumn in the spin cycle on one play and it was a top-ten highlight on SportsCenter for a week.



McCollumn’s night just got worse from there. He was having a good night, even if his shot was wacky, but then he came down badly on his ankle while Delly was guarding him (we sprained it, out 4-6 weeks). I know what you’re thinking: man, do guys Delly guard ever have bad luck with their ankles. Well, you better believe the Blazers fans thought it was too much a coincidence and *itched in the arena and online about it.

Delly didn’t do anything, the replay proved that, but it was the third time that season someone he was guarding went down with an injury. The NBA didn’t investigate anything, but they let us know they were watching him after the game.

We won, in large part, thanks to Carroll and Delly. Thon put on a clinic and Jackson got to the line so often I think he had reservations. It was a good win and helped boost our confidence after a rough stretch.

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Ch. 32

Once we got into January, things started to get a bit better. After we beat the Blazers, we just snuck by the Rockets (100-98) before getting thrashed by the East leading Celtics (115-82). We traveled to Minnesota next to take on the similarly struggling Wolves. They were 20-18 and Coach Thibs was having just about enough of Ricky “Can’t Shoot” Rubio, who wasn’t having a good year at all. The Spanish Pistol Pete was closer to being a BB gun than a pistol with his output.

The game was a tour-de-force … in the third quarter. The first half was totally defensive as both teams butted heads, trading steals and blocks. Turnovers were high for both squads, but really high for the Wolves. Rubio and Wiggins were throwing the ball away left and right.

We capitalized on their poor play and, really, won the game because of the third quarter. If not for our team actually hitting two deep balls in that quarter, we probably end up losing this game.


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That sequence was the difference in the end. Not only did it deflate the Wolves, it boosted us, and we finished the third strong. We struggled a ton in the fourth but we did just enough to get by. We went to 22-16 on the season after that, and it was nice to get a win we didn’t deserve. But we had been cutting it too close the last few games and I had a feeling it was going to catch up to us. You live on the edge long enough, you’re bound to fall over.

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Just wanted to say that I love the writing style of this. The character combined with first person is really good thus far. Keep up the great work!


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Thon Maker 1-12! Come on boy!

He was the offensive star last season, has he slowed down this year?