“…re Nico!”

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“FIRE NI-CO!”

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The sounds of the irritated mob found him. Empty souvenir beer cups in one hand, foam fingers encasing the other, and tens of thousands of eyes ablaze with fury, fans roared their disapproval as they sought their pound of flesh. Not from the players who gave each other and the opposing team bittersweet and solemn dap as they slunk off the court following the most recent addition to the tally of their now 7-13 record in the first of a promised “three-year championship window.” No, there would be little to no ire for them. Their target nowhere in sight, the angered masses yelled and stomped until the arena shook with their displeasure, hoping the disappointment would seep through the concrete walls and find him w

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