The team itself melted into the history of those days without a trace. So alienated was my team that I was not invited to a single one of my teammates’ weddings nor were any of them invited to mine. We turned our backs on each other and for the most part, played no part in each other’s lives. We did what all bad teams do. We pretended our losing season had never happened, or that losing was good for anything but a cause for the deepest shame. There were no covenants between us, no treaties to be broken, and no promises to honor. Our team was composed of twelve islands, bound by an uneasy alliance, and mindful of the dysfunction of our commonwealth and the vanity of even thinking we could take to the court as a unit forged by unbreakable bonds. We vanished into time, and tried to forget all we could about each other.
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