In the draft room glow, where legends are made,
rmalle takes shape, spreadsheets carefully laid.
Across the screen drifts a tropical tone--
Kona, a breeze from an island throne.
Numbers clash like waves on volcanic stone,
Threes rain down, rebounds are sown.
rmalle plots value, precise and exact
Kona plays instinct, a surfer's attack
By season's end, in this fantasy fight,
Stats tell the story, the matchup is tight--
Two names, one league, bragging rights at stake:
rmalle and Kona, for basketball's sake.