Royal Oak, MI – In what can only be described as a public execution disguised as morning hoop, LA Fitness bore witness to a 25-game streak so brutal it sent egos to the ER and jump shots straight to the morgue.
Team Jinga — composed of The Fireman (belt in waiting), Nonchalant (misses only when it’s convenient), Jordy (loud, lethal, and unapologetic), and Morrow (stackin’ wins like he stackin’ bricks) — went on a tear so dominant, they should’ve been drug tested.
The unfortunate opposition? The Good Guys in name only: Myself (couldn’t hit a shot with GPS), Ike (colder than a Detroit winter), Raekwon the Chef (served us frozen entrees), and Freezer Pops (fitting name).
Add Team 3 to the list of casualties — Smalls, new guy George, Dill, and Chris — who looked like they showed up just to get cardio and humble pie.
Game 1? 10-0. Someone said, “Let’s run 10 more.” Game 2? Another clean 10-0. Somewhere in Bloomfield, Kawhi hit snooze, and the Good Guys hit rock bottom.
Your petty reporter had to exit stage left for work (and therapy), but rumor has it Jinga tacked on five more straight wins, because apparently mercy is not a core value.
This Friday, the sun might rise, but so will vengeance. My ego is currently in a hyperbaric chamber, doing wind sprints and vision drills. And when I return?
I’m bringing a shoe one size too big. And somebody’s getting it.
Reporting live from Parts Unknown, Petty J. McNoBuckets (aka Ego on IR)
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