The Column opens the record room

A quick visit to the record room. John, Astoria Professors: twenty twenty-five champion, seventeen and three. Twenty twenty-six: fifth place. You've proved you can win the whole thing. Please stop turning the playoffs into a faculty meeting that should have been an email.

Janise and The Babycakes: third in twenty twenty-five. Third in twenty twenty-six. While this room argues about who's dangerous, Babycakes keeps standing on the podium. I'd keep an eye on that.

Lateef, NYC Above The Rim: the twenty twenty-four championship still counts. We checked. You can stop pointing at it for a minute.

Dwayne, Glass Factory: runner-up in twenty twenty-five, nine and eleven the following season. That name gives the rest of us far too much material. Handle with care.

Brooklyn Kings. Brooklyn MuTONEbo. Pulling From Deep. Jermaine's Finest Team. Antonios's Angry Team. The names make promises. We'd love to see the scoreboards back them up.

On Point's Gimmie The Loot arrives with a demand already in the name. Fair enough. Bring the results, and we'll discuss the loot.

And Greek Freak, Aris and Dan: two managers, one team. The lineup has to agree. The excuses can alternate.