One morning, when Hibachi Sabas woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his hardwood bed into an orange ball. He lay on his tacky-surfaced back, of which he could no longer differentiate from his front or side, and if he lifted his head, now connected to his body without a neck, a little he could see his orange belly, slightly inflated and divided by black "ribs" into even sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His legs, pitifully nonexistent, and seemingly ingrown, compared with the size of the rest of him, caused him to roll about helplessly as he looked.
"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream.
(To be continued with our deepest and most sincere apologies to Kafka. Until then, enjoy our modest, unadulterated blog about this great game of basketball.)
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