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Has any team in PBSL history won a 3-peat looking like underdogs their first two championship years? This would make a 3-peat in Golden State different than the 3-peat in Detroit several seasons ago, where Detroit fostered a super team leading as favorites for so many seasons that multiple articles were written regarding ways to tear them down, if not simply slow their roll.
Glory has yet to return to Detroit since then, but not due to lack of effort from a savvy vet GM like Quailman, keeping Detroit out of a state of total disaster that would have lasted for decades without him.
Will we ever be this good again? I don’t know. Probably not. We didn’t expect to be as good as we have proven we are these last two seasons. Yet here we are, gunning for a 3-peat, something only one other GM in PBSL history has done successfully.
And after 2 seasons of winning it all as the underdog, we are the odds on favorite to reign and defend our championship.
My PBSL dreams have already come true twice over. Now we have the opportunity to get this squad etched into PBSL history as one of the greatest to ever do it. Holy cow.
Whereas our first championship in S63 felt like a result of circumstance as much as anything (injuries here, absentee GMs there), our championship last season made us undeniably the best team, rolling through an absurd onslaught of opponents: #3 Pistons (with a healthy Schiff), then the Omega #1 seed Bulls…
and then the team that had been crowned a dynasty since inception (and thus possibly cursing them, eek), the #1 team favored to win it all, the completely healthy LA Lakers, managed by one of the league’s best GMs, the commish himself, MexicanMamba.
As thrilled as I was on the night of June 8th, 2054, I couldn’t help but feel bittersweet for Mamba’s loss. Mamba’s done everything right for more than the 6 seasons he took his squad to the finals, and one day his championship record will inevitably reflect that. I never expected to beat Mamba’s Lakers until we handed them a sizable loss in Game 2 in LA. Hope was kindled in our locker room that night. Markus felt it. So did Alphonse, and Fabian too. The underdogs had the opportunity to do it all again, and no one - not even ourselves - thought it would be possible.
The finals were an absolute war. We lost Warley smack in the middle and had to regroup and reevaluate. Then the final horn rang in Game 7 and our team had just entered rarefied PBSL air as repeat champs. We had nothing to lose, and perhaps that’s exactly why we won.
Everything is different now. Markus drives a Bentley…and a Ferrari. At the same time. Fabian (and I <3 ) just bought our 5th house - in the absurd real estate market that is the Bay Area! Alphonse started drinking Fabian’s juice. Andreas Gillam is the best underpaid player in the league. Warley’s back making that Doctor Andrews money, more than double Gillam. Jean Coss lost a step; Scruggs is gone. Albert Myers is back and greener than grass. Sidney Crawford is still smoking hot, even if we let her go midseason. Again.
And Kai Jones is here.
We have a lot to be excited about in Golden State in 2054, but we don’t have better teams to hide behind. Everyone is gunning for the Warriors now, and it will be such a test that, win or lose, we will not be bringing the band back together next season. All good things must come to an end.
Call me Jerry Krause. Or Jerry Reinsdorf. Call me Ishmael - I don’t give a frye. I know when my time has come and when my time has gone, and I intend not to overstay my welcome.
Everything we built in the Bay the last two years was expected to culminate this year, possibly extending for one more season afterward, but winning championships can certainly take its toll. (Kai Jones knows - he was never the same after he left Detroit, but it’s hard not to crawl back for one more when the opportunity knocks.) We’re battle tested and battle tired. We have fight left but not fight forever. We expected to grow into a championship team and didn’t realize we were fighting as one already. We have money left in the coffers but … just like the team we built, we never planned to go broke.
So here we are, ready to run it back, do it all again, one more time, but then it’s time. Time to say goodbye to the greatest team I may ever have.
Questions?