LAL @ GSW* L
GSW @ ATL W
GSW @ MIA L
GSW* @ DAL W
GSW @ MEM W
HOU @ GSW L
MIL* @ GSW W
OKC* @ GSW W
GSW* @ LAC L
PHI* @ GSW W
CHA* @ GSW W
UTA* GSW L
MIN @ GSW W
GSW* @ DEN L
GSW @ MIN* W
GSW @ PHX* L
Predicted Record (16 games): 9-7
East Player of the Month (MAR): Lebron
East Rookie of the Month (MAR): Harden
West Player of the Month (MAR): Bryant
West Rookie of the Month (MAR): Griffin
Nelliepoints Leaders (March):
1. Randolph
2. Nash
3. Jackson
Lamrock wrote:Thierry., Don't forget that Bosh is in the West (Rockets) and Paul is in the East (Magic) now.
Lamrock wrote:Thierry., Don't forget that Bosh is in the West (Rockets) and Paul is in the East (Magic) now.
LAL @ GSW* W
GSW @ ATL W
GSW @ MIA L
GSW* @ DAL L
GSW @ MEM W
HOU @ GSW W
MIL* @ GSW W
OKC* @ GSW W
GSW* @ LAC L
PHI* @ GSW W
CHA* @ GSW W
UTA* GSW L
MIN @ GSW W
GSW* @ DEN W
GSW @ MIN* W
GSW @ PHX* W
Predicted Record (16 games): 12-4
East Player of the Month (MAR): LeBron James
East Rookie of the Month (MAR): James Harden
West Player of the Month (MAR): Kobe Bryant
West Rookie of the Month (MAR): Blake Griffin
Nelliepoints Leaders (March):
1. Stephen Jackson
2. Steve Nash
3. Anthony Randolph
Lamrock wrote:Being the narcissist I am, I decided to give my old Live 08 dynasty, Flying High In The ATL a read-through. Not sure why, but I found it to be a superior read than this one. Perhaps it is because the story recaps were more common and inspired, and there was less spam, but there was a certain "it" quality to it that this doesn't have (yet at least). Despite the team's unrealistic record and abundance of trades, I think Flying High is somehow superior. Does anyone who has read Flying High have a take on it?
Nellieball Chronicles
Chapter 5: The Knightman Cometh
On a cold Friday, February 19th, Liam Washburn got a call from his boss, Charles Barkley. "Yo, Sir Charles! What's up? Anything wrong?"
"Well, yes and no. You know Larry Riley, our assistant GM? He quit. He's going to be replacing David Kahn in Minnesota it seems," said Barkley.
Liam was surprised. "Larry quit? Damn. No wonder he seemed so adamant about that ridiculous Morrow-for-Jordan Hill trade offer. Well that's a bummer I guess. Any thoughts on who you're picking to replace him?"
"Actually, I already have a guy," Barkley announced. "I think you know him."
"Oh?", Liam asked, with his interest peaking.
"Billy Knight. Used to be the Hawks GM. You worked as assistant GM under him for a while, didn't you? It'll be just like old times."
"NO", Washburn protested. "Aside of being a total fucking moron, he's also had it in for me since I took his job. I had to get a restraining order! Besides, the trade deadline was yesterday. You can't do this man!"
"Paperwork's already done, and that restraining order is only valid in the state of Georgia. You'd better watch that mouth too. Don't think your job is safe just because I like you. The team is only 28-25, and you told me that we would be a sure-fire playoff team this year. I'm sorry the Darko for Q-Rich deal fell through, but its no excuse! I hired Billy to inspire a sense of urgency in you. Don't let me down, or I'll let you down," Barkley threatened, hanging up the phone.
"Shit," Liam cursed, realizing he forgot to mention that the team's leading scorer had died. Feeling a migraine coming on, he took a handful of very effective painkillers given to him by Salim Stoudamire, who he had recently befriended. 'I already have Darko, Captain Jack and the Spaniards to deal with. Now this?! I'm the General Manager, not the babysitter,' Washburn thought as he walked down to the practice gym to talk to coach Nelson. He did not like what he saw.
Stephen Jackson, who for some reason was shirtless, was giving the rookies shooting lessons, the Anthonys were looking at pornographic magazines, and Darko was eating an ice cream cone. "Yo Nellie, why aren't they practicing?", Washburn asked the coach apprehensively.
"Oh shit. Hic- They're uh... hic- scrimmaging. Hic-," a clearly intoxicated Don Nelson answered.
"Right. Where's Ben?"
"Oh. I dunno. I hic- haven't seen him in a hic- while. I think he hic- quit or something."
"God damn it. Alright, clean yourself up." he said, pointing the older man in the shower room's direction. He then asked if anyone had seen Ben Bailey, the team's assistant coach.
Steve Nash spoke up. "I think he quit. He blew up at coach last week for being a fat, drunken, retard and said something about NBA Live forums and people changing their usernames and Al Capone. It was weird."
"Oh. Thanks Steve". Liam now had to find a new assistant coach. He then proceeded to pick up a megaphone and direct a practice session.
After the practice, a winded Nash approached Washburn. "Hey Liam. That was an intense practice. I can't remember the last time I've done a defensive drill. Like, literally. We never did things like this in Phoenix and Dallas"
"Thanks for the praise Steve. You've been doing great lately. You're what's keeping this team afloat," Liam told the veteran point guard.
"About that... I know its past the trade deadline, but we have a lot of cap space this Summer, and I was wondering if you would consider signing my man Amare. Not that I'm unhappy with Anthony and Andris or anything... I just think he would be a good fit..."
"Hmm," Liam said, contemplating the proposal. "Well you are our best player, and keeping you happy is a top priority. However, Anthony is the future of this team, so his development is a top priority. I'll take it into consideration and see what happens."
"Okay, thanks," Nash said, running off.
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The next day, Washburn was surprised and relieved to see the Warriors blow out the Thunder. Unfortunately, the prospect of Billy Knight's arrival was looming. His thought process was interrupted when he saw a familiar face. "Monta? Wait!" Monta ran off. "What the fuck?"
Washburn shrugged off the encounter. 'I'm just tired,' he thought, heading home.
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Monday came, and Knight arrived. Surprisingly, Knight appeared civil.
"Hello Liam. I know we've had our little... tiffs... in the past, but hopefully we can leave all that behind and lead the Warriors to the championship," Knight said, extending his hand.
Liam sighed and shook it. "Ouch! What the fuck?!" Knight was holding a sharp tack in the palm of his hand.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're going down Washburn!" Knight skipped away.
"God damn it," Liam said, taking a handful of pills.
"I fucking hate this team."
Lamrock wrote:Sit, Your story is still awesome. You just need to get the action back in the court as well as on and off the court.
Lamrock wrote:After the practice, a winded Nash approached Washburn. "Hey Liam. That was an intense practice. I can't remember the last time I've done a defensive drill. Like, literally. We never did things like this in Phoenix and Dallas"
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