Post by Deleted on May 6, 2021 9:39:07 GMT -5
The Brooklyn Nets are on a hot streak, winning all games but 4 (Warriors, Pacers, Pacers, Bucks) in the last 5 sims has boosted them to become the #1 seed and current fractional favorite.
GM JayZ/KillyBing/BillyKing leans back in his chair with a loud squeak.
It's all coming together now, he thinks to himself. The constant antagonization by his fellow peers has made him stronger, more complete, and a better GM. The question in the room, however, is when will it come. Everyone knows about it. The commissioner's office has been noted, by many observers, to love to sabotage the Brooklyn squad, going back many years and different league iterations. This new position at the top of standings has the Nets thrown for a loop however. Has the commissioners office finally taken a step back and allowed one of the most talented teams of all time to flourish? It appears so. The sabotage is waning.
Without commissioner sabotage to blame for his future failing, GM KillyBling begins to sweat. What will happen when I lose? Who will I blame it on? Without and obvious opponent in the commissioner's office, he needed a foil. A scapegoat for the inevitable doom that would soon befall the team in the playoffs. KillyBling needs this doom, without it he will be expected to have continued success, and upon failing that be revealed as a fraud.
Finally, the answer clicked for him, "Self-Sabotage", Killy said out loud. The words lingered in the air and fell slowly to the ground as the air cooled. But what can I do? How do I self-sabotage while making it seem like an accident?
Beads of sweat formed on Killy's head, running down his face, and falling to the floor to mingle with the words softly spoken.
Killy stood up, and walked outside the Nets office building, and over to the maintenance shed. It wasn't locked. Good.
Looking around quickly, he didn't see anyone else around. Grabbing the lawnmower he pulled it outside behind the shed and started the engine. With a large gulp, Killy Bling swallowed his pride and began mowing the lawn. On a particularly tight turn, he stumbled very exaggeratedly, and while appearing to steady himself on the handlebar, pulled the blades too close to his feet. He was struck by an alarming sensation. Looking down, he could see red, white, and blue. America. He called 911.
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Awakening a few hours later in a hospital bed, Killy felt woozy. But the plan had worked. His team was now sufficiently sabotaged, and there would be no pressure on him to deliver wins, or worse yet, rings. Flipping on the television, Killy turned it to the TMBSL network, and to his surprise saw the Brooklyn Nets playing their hearts out for their injured GM. It was a blowout before the half, NETS VICTORY!
Killy sighed. Looking at his injured foot, Killy realized that it was not sabotage at all. He, nor his team, was sabotaged. They would still keep winning in spite of the self-inflicted injury. Killy's pulse slows, and his head feels woozy. The wires and machines connect to him begin to beep, the nurse practitioner comes to check on him. Killy moans in pain. Her face is a mixture of concern, and motherly affection. She checks the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand. She lays a cool, wet cloth on his forehead.
"Don't worry yourself, Killy", she says in a sing-song voice. "You'll be just fine. It's just a little cabbage-toe".
