Seven years and twenty six seasons ago on a Saturday night while watching the regional finals of the NCAA tournament a short bespectacled man sat in his study and did a Google search for a basketball simulation that was in line with what he was experiencing with the now long defunct quick hit football. What the algorithm spit out was a link to this. Despite it being after 8pm in the evening and the nights games being commenced whomever reviewed the application gave their stamp of approval and instantaneously a bot controlled squad called Wempletown Beer was transformed into the Greensboro Generals.
The rest as they say is history.
On that night this rag tag relegation level squad cobbled out a incredibly ugly double OT win against some opponent now long lost to history. Upon viewing the final moments of this abomination the bespectacled gentleman promptly dismissed this little game as a worthless diversion. And for the first few months treated this is such. But about halfway through the first full season of competition the player went to the trouble of setting a proper lineup, positive results followed. That first season resulted in a slightly sub .500 record and a spot in the proverbial cat birds seat aka 5th. The second was much better with a 18-4 record and a playoff win, but old coke bottle glasses was in no position to truly contend. It would be the next season where at the behest of someone's in the forums the player finally used the transfer list and the findings from such put him in position to compete against a superior opponent in that weeks 3rd round cup match. On that Thanksgiving evening six plus years ago despite what he knows now to be a misstep in tactics he watched his team storm back from twenty six behind in the middle of the 3rd and 16 down late as the middle of the 4th to force OT and to hold a 100-98 lead in the final seconds. Yet as time expired a foul on a 3pt attempt lead to a heartbreaking end.
But the blind bastard was hooked.
Promotion followed with ease. The next season his first in a league with viable carbon based opponents saw a hot start followed by a slump which had the myopic misguided man sitting in 4th place. At this point another important piece of wisdom was imparted by the community, and that to the importance of game shape. This lesson was quickly absorbed and the table was run with promotion to the middle class of the community earned with great satisfaction.
For the next nine seasons the aging player used aging players to stay competitive in a stout league, eventually though the laws of diminishing returns led to the player being sent back to the provinces. But it was in those two seasons that another lesson was finally sought to be learned, and that was the art of building from within . Now while his methods of development have not produced individuals with extraordinary skills the player has developed over time a nucleus of steady contributors.
But the player is not known best for his on court achievements. He is best known for his snark and for his musical interpretation of a given situation as a means of delivering that snark.
And now that vertically challenged competitor wants the keys to the kingdom. This outsider, this smack running schmuck thinks he can actually handle the awesome responsibility of this nation's future. To which he responds, "sure why not".
The goal as I said in the debate thread will be to make BB fun again, the results, especially this season, will take care of itself.
For too long the control has been in the hands of a select few, time has come for a change, the time has come for Coach Lambini.
Thanks for your consideration.
Wow thanks to Clogs for salvaging this from the scrapheap.