Thanks to all for the warm welcome. As I said before, I'm not teeth-gnashingly, chair-throwingly, otherteamsGatorade-poisoningly competitive about these games, and I'll try to keep my sense of humor about me, but if I go silent for a while it's because I'm on top of a mountain emitting an earth-trembling Primal Scream.
I can even see the humor in the TV brainiacs choosing my opener, against Tragic, as their Game of the Week. Sado-Masochism Theater, I s'pose they'll call it. My players have asked if their faces can be blurred out, or if they can wear those Groucho Marx-style moustaches with the built in spectacles.
Someone suggested I sell my power forward, who last season won the first MVP in franchise history. You think 6'4 Brazilian PFs with Japanese names just grow on trees? How am I to break it to the guy? I guess that old chestnut, "Step into my office, 'cause you're motherf---ing fired."