This is what Spo does: he gives opposing teams as many different personnel looks as he has available to try to catch them unprepared. He knows he can't beat more talented teams straight up. In investing terms, he knows he doesn't have blue chips, so he does his best to time the market by putting a bunch down on an under-the-radar stock that he senses may get hot. He is a master at this and he has had great success with it. He got this 19-point lead down to TYOO by tinkering with Hi-Ho, Pelle, Jovic, and more:
Motherfucker went 12-deep in a game that was a game until the last 3'! The chalk is you shorten your bench in the 'loffs. So contrarian Spo uses a November blow-out size bench to get in the other team' head. And he almost pulled it off. What does Atkinson do when he sees fucking J. Christopher and D. Smith and I. Stevens? Steady as she goes? No. This is Lee vs McClellan shit.
"Well, if Spo's going 12 deep, he's so great, I'll go 13!" Atkinson nearly outcoached himself. He took his Big Berthas out, outdid Spo's Quaker Guns and nearly lost the fucking battle.
In the end though, Lee and Spo were both exposed. Neither had imposing cannon. Those were tree trunks painted to look like cannon, or NBA players. In reality, Spo went with the army he had: Solitary, Poor, Nasty, Brutish and Short to counter Mobley, Allen, Garland, Mitchell, and Strus. Both lost.
