The dust settles and the smoke clears; behold the annihilation of our desires!

Bennedict of Mathurin lies impaled upon his own sword and Lord Myles Turner bleeds from a thousand wounds. Betrayed by his brothers’ blades and slain heartlessly, he weeps his final tears, his loyalty rewarded with murder.

And all around linger the rest, crushed underfoot by foes much grander in stature.

Because Mathurin has the potential to be a very good NBA player. Right now, he is below average, and is actively making our team worse.

Nope.

Lol! What timing!

Not unless he gains some weight.

Lance.

Burt putting in the work this season