The lights are completely off in the press room, save for a blue rectangle projected on the wall. The impressively mustachioed silhouette of Bulls GM Garbage Man can be seen pacing back and forth with arms triumphantly raised. Then a video begins to play.
The lights come on in time, and Garbage Man hops around Steve Ballmer-style, air guitaring harmonized solos along with Phil Lenatt and the boys from Thin Lizzy. After a few minutes of this bullshit, Garbage Man steps to the mic and whispers...
GM: The Bulls are back! The Bulls are back!
Then, there's some more air guitar, and Garbage Man exits stage left...
...or he tries to, but he's cut off by someone entering from that very side of the stage. It's...another GM Garbage Man?
GM: What the...
GM2: That's what I'd like to know. What is the meaning of this?
GM: Are you here from the future to warn me about something? We just came off of our best season. We're looking forward to playing more with Dwight Howard, James Harden, Ramon Sessions, Danilo Gallinari, Paul Millsap, Patrick Beverley, Taj Gibson, Zach LaVine, Jae Crowder, and Brandan Wright, and we think that's a great roster...a roster capable of winning more than 48 games.
GM2: I'm here from the present. I think you're from the past. Yes, our roster is the same, and that's a little confusing, and there are two of me here, which is really confusing, but that's just how the chips fell over the offseason.
GM: That's nonsense. Time travel doesn't exist in 2014.
GM2: It's 2015, though. But don't take my word for it...
Charles Blow comes out from the side of the stage holding a newspaper that displays the current date.
GM: Well, shit.
GM2: This is Charles Blow. He's the only player with the foresight to join the Bulls roster in free agency.
GM: If it's 2015, how'd I do last year.
GM2: You did great. The Bulls went 58-24 and made it to round 2 of the playoffs.
GM: Well, I'll be. Who eliminated us?
GM2: (Sigh) The Heat.
GM: Again?
GM2: Yeah.
GM: And you're sure it's not 2014? Well, if you say so. I guess there's not really much new to talk about, so we might as well just ride this out.
GM2: Guess so. Hit it, AV guy!
Thin Lizzy's monstrous riffage floods the building again as both Garbage Men begin jamming on the sweet licks...fully able to air harmonize that one killer guitar lead...until...
...a THIRD Garbage Man runs onto the stage. His clothes are torn, his hair is frazzled, his beard has grown considerably. He stops to catch his breath.
GM & GM2: Who the heck are you?
GM3: I'm you from next year.
GM: You look terrible.
GM2: Is this season going to be that bad?
GM3: Worse...Donald Trump wins the election.
Fin