This isn't one of those bluster posts about how 2k awry and I absent all my vc or something. I beggarly that the Atlanta Hawks, acutely complicit with the atrocious gods of Nba 2k, aboveboard conspired adjoin my team.
The division was agnate to the beforehand declared by Friedrich Nietzche if he wrote "Ecce Homo," catch the man. And the NBA did catch the man that was Ben Simmons, ascendant MVP, amidst by his co-stars Markelle Fultz, Jimmy Butler, Joel Embiid, and some amateur that I in fact didn't bluff Boston out of mt nba 2k19.
We won 58 amateur and fabricated the aboriginal seed, our eyes set hungrily aloft the Western Conference, breadth the juggernaut Minnesota Timberwolves loomed like a backpack of timberwolves. However, in our airs we absent afterimage of the greatest of all foes:
Trae Young.
Game one adjoin the Hawks went in their favor. "No worries," we thought. Afterwards all, we had absent bold 1 of the antecedent series. Bold 2 and 3 went our way, and we were at affluence again. Bold 4, however, went to the Hawks. Bold 5 was ours, but Bold 6 fell afresh into the absolutist butt of Trae Young.
Game 7 came, a abutting game. I, like a fool, absitively to watch. No SimCast, just in eyewitness mode. I watched as Jimmy Butler agape down a three-pointer to advanced the acme into a frenzy, authoritative the account 109-107 with 28 abnormal left.
Timeout Atlanta.
The crowd, however, was silenced anon thereafter if Taurean Prince, that bastard, collection appropriate accomplished Ben Simmons and denticulate with 24 abnormal left, no more, no less. Timeout Philadelphia. The account was 109-109. If we scored, we would beforehand to the Appointment Finals.
If we lost, well, we didn't affair ourselves with losing. The amateur inbounded the brawl to Markelle Fultz, who anesthetized to Jimmy Butler. Butler shot, and he missed. Luckily, Embiid had anchored the rebound, and anesthetized it aback out to the
Fultz. 13 abnormal left. He dribbles, passes to Butler. Butler dribbles, drives, and passes to Simmons. Simmons goes up for a game-winning layup with 1 additional left...and is fouled. There are 0.2 abnormal larboard on the clock.
Ben Simmons misses the aboriginal chargeless throw, the brawl hitting the rim like a whip able in the bashful city-limits of Philadelphia. Demography a abysmal breath, he steadies his duke and makes the second. Timeout Atlanta, but it was no use. We had won, surely, 110-109.
Why was I so sure? Well, because I am never wrong. That and the Trent Tucker Rule, which states that a attempt can not be attempted with beneath than 0.3 abnormal larboard on the bold clock. "But topshaggerbeanmyal," you may so agilely ask, "Can't they bandy an alley-oop?" I beam at your pretense, do you anticipate the AI would anticipate of that? No, this is a accomplishing abundant added sinister.
John Collins stands to entering the ball. Trae Adolescent cuts and gets an inch of accessible amplitude abreast the larboard assortment mark. He turns about and shoots, in the face of a apple-pie challenge from Butler. The buzzer sounds and the brawl sails in. The brazier is counted. Outraged, I anticipate the official review. The referees get into a huddle, abridgement into anniversary added in the process.
At this point I do not care. I am apprehension for the amends that will be served to the cipher of Trae Young. They appearance the replay, and I confidently apprehension that the brawl had not larboard his calmly if the buzzer sounded.
The camera cuts to the arch referee, whose top lip is abridgement into his basal lip. He signals that the brazier is good.
Young all-overs for joy, but I? I am emotionless. I acquire been cheated by 2k. The one statute we captivated close, the all-powerful rules of the National Basketball Association had been broken. I do not apperceive for whom I wept, was it for Philadelphia, was it for Ben Simmons, or was it for me? I opened my eyes to the words "The Philadelphia 76ers acquire been eliminated," and with that, I bankrupt my game.