We hit a crossroads in LA. We weren’t getting better as a unit without considering major sacrifices. If we sacrificed some but not all of our core, we risked imbalance. The 2030s Lakers were never far from contending for a title, but after 2 solid runs with no rings to show for it, we went back to the drawing board and began the rebuilding process.
Greeple sits, then stands again. Pirouettes. Points fingers at the press pool, shooting them like guns at everyone, making a ‘bsh, bsh, bsh’ noise. Does pushups. Yells for a blue slurpee. Lights a lighter and waves it in the air, humming softly.
Gone are all of our starters and stars of last year: Delmar, Pearman, Todd, Bjorn, Kelly, and Bias to name a few. These guys put their heart and souls on the court for LA and we’ll never forget their contributions. Leading our new unit this year will be Alex Caruso and Daniel Gamez (our sole returning key contributor) in the backcourt with veteran savvy in the front court from Jules Harms and Mike Burnham (welcome back Mike). We’re happy to have Ben Franklin join us this year and hopefully he’ll lead us by reinventing our team’s electricity!
I kid, but so did whoever named this guy.
Greeple does some armpit farts.
So there’s a playbook for our core starting unit, serving up a healthy balance of offensive threat and defensive prowess. Our second unit is just as exciting - if not now then in the very near future. We love the progress our rookies Dario Beaton and James Andrews made in training camp, though they have some work to do before they play any minutes for us. Matthew Burns, Carl Thorson, Gerry Folse, Peter Harker and Paul Ammerman will make up our secondary unit and think they will do a great job. Expect Les Kim to put in a few minutes, too, so he can get a flavor of PBSL floor time before becoming one of the league greats in the future.
Greeple pulls a baseball bat out from behind his back and winds up with his eye on the microphone, totally whiffs on purpose spinning around and then placing the bat on the floor. Puts his forehead on it and starts running around in circles, counting up by one every full rotation until he counts to 26. Picks up the bat and falls on the floor. Stands up, stumbles, stands.
Will we win 60 games this year? Certainly not, but we’ll hang above .500 and eke our way into a low ranking playoff spot, certainly. Now, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
Greeple stares into the abyss of the press pool, awkwardly waiting for someone to ask him a question.
