A-team Fan Fiction

Is the NBA destined for a lockout?

1. Fact or Fiction: Owners will lock out the players at midnight Friday.

Henry Abbott, TrueHoop: Fact. Or, rather, don't expect a deal by Friday, not because there isn't the will but because there isn't time. In years past it took days from finally agreeing on the basics to "having a deal." There is not time for a deal this week. Whether that comes with a lockout or not is arbitrary (unless you happen to run an NBA website).

Tim Donahue, 8 Points, 9 Seconds : Fact. It seems that the owners have been repackaging the same demands while waiting for the National Basketball Players Association to make what it considers a material move toward them. It won't come, and the owners are perfectly comfortable with a lockout.

John Krolik, Cavs: The Blog : Fact. The owners will make a strong push for a hard cap, and the players will not allow that to happen for a while. I don't see how this could be resolved by Friday.

Matt Moore, Hardwood Paroxysm : Fact. Are we still wondering about this? I'm already in the bunker with Twinkies, bottled water and several digital copies of the 1995 Finals. Hope died when the players elected not to provide a counterproposal. The fact that we're only now having substantive conversations inside of two weeks to deadline shows how much both sides knew this was the only way.

Kyle Weidie, Truth About It : Fact. With such high stakes and drastic change needed, the arguments and grandstanding will take longer.

2. Fact or Fiction: The 2011-12 NBA season will start before Christmas.

Henry Abbott, TrueHoop: Fact. I'd bet my house on it. The league is going gangbusters right now. The big play is to have the best ratings moving forward for better future TV deals. Missing games is very expensive in that regard, and demonizes those idle rich players -- the same players the league needs to be likable as hell to inspire further growth.

Tim Donahue, 8 Points, 9 Seconds: Fiction. The cliff is coming pretty fast, and the owners are not afraid of the fall. The players have probably learned enough fiscal discipline to be able to hold their breaths and wait out a whole season. But the guys they're up against (the owners) have oxygen tanks.

John Krolik, Cavs: The Blog: I'll tentatively say fact. This will be an ugly, drawn-out dispute, but I think both sides would lose too much by giving up half a season or more to allow a prolonged lockout to take place.

Rock, Paper, and Scissors, an a-team fanfic - FanFiction.Net

A/N: Ok, do you all remember that part in the movie when their in the airport and Face and Hannibal had just gotten past customs? They're watching Murdock and B.A. go through theirs and at one point, Face says, "They got the wrong end of the deal" Anyways, I was thinking about how they decided who was wearing what, so this popped into my head. Lol, I hope you enjoy it.

I do not own the A-Team, or their outfits...haha

"Rock, paper, sissors." Face slammed his fist down on the hood of the car.

Hannibal, B.A., and Murdock were staring at him with near disbelieving looks. B.A. spoke first. "I ain't playin' that. Sorry."

"Look," Face was saying. "We need to figure this out. Who is going to be what? Exactly, that's why we're doing this."

Murdock laughed. When Face held his hand out, Murdock peeked over at the four outfits laying in the car then back at Face, expression unfazed. "Alright, Faceman. Whatever you say." He said, still laughing.

They rested their fists in the palm of their other hands and Face started beating his fist up and down, saying, "Rock, paper, scissors!"

They looked down. Both had chosen scissors. Murdock snorted and Face called counted off again. This time he had paper and Murdock's was rock. The pilot groaned as Face covered his fist with his hand and grinned. "I win."

"Here, lemme throw a rock at you, and you defend yourself with some paper, wiseguy." Murdock, true to his word, stooped and grabbed a large gray rock, chucking it at Face. He turned quickly, the rock nicking his shoulder. "Now now!" Face calmed him. "You lost, fair and square. Okay, B.A. and Hannibal now."

Looking completely unhappy about being forced to do this, B.A. got his hands ready. Hannibal chuckled, locking his cigar between his teeth. "Rock, paper, scissors."

B.A. lost. Hannibal's rock smashed his scissors and Bosco growled at him. "You cheated! I saw ya!" He yelled. "Rematch. Ya gonna rematch me, and this time you ain't gonn' cheat!"

"Down, Bosco," Murdock was saying through his giggles. "It's only a game."

Hannibal was still grinning around his cigar. "Well if you really want to."

They did it once more and when B.A.'s paper was cut by Hannibal's scissors, he whirled around, grabbing a large rock and heaving it into the trees. The other three were attempting, not successfully though, to contain their laughter. Face indicated Hannibal. "Okay, Boss. You and me. Winner gets the suit.

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