Once a Questioned Rule, Now Absolute

"A lion does not rule the jungle with sheep at its side."

For years TPD's greatness was cast partially in shadow. His inability to win a championship cursed his every breath. But after three straight championships in 2016, 2017, and 2018, crafted from years of battle hardened prowess, his snakebitten ways were cast aside. For none now live who remember it. What's left is a king, with unquestioned rule. Time and time again, those who wish to challenge such rule are swiftly cut down. For it was foretold, who would fall first, TPD or the rest. Even in a 2019 season in which TPD did not win a ship, his right to the throne was made that much more validated. 

He finished the regular season (12-2), tying the best regular season record of all time. He won 11 of his last 12 games from week 3 on. He amassed a (7-1) divisional record and once again finished in the top 4 of scoring, a mark he has never fallen below in the league's history. He made the playoffs for a 7th time in 8 seasons, a mark no other manager can boast. There is simply nothing else TPD must accomplish to further solidify his reign, yet more achievements await soon. 

A hunger has been awakened. The weight of endless championships leaves a man with the torturous knowledge of knowing the run will eventually end. But once it is ended, the fear is gone, and the spark is renewed, for nothing now burdens him, and all that is left is drive built from reverenced success and nostalgic bliss. More, so much more, is yet to come, and all know the score. You know of what I speak, for you have seen it. All know the score. 

He will now embark on achieving his 4th championship in 5 seasons. There was once a dream that was TPD. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish. It is now solid and enduring. First cast in stone, then dipped in gold, then ablazed in starlight, and now his sights turn once more towards the horizon. This embattled dreamer will extend a hand again towards glory filled blinding skies. He has become a power too great and terrible to imagine, molded by pain, hope, nostalgia, reverence, and golden achievement. Ever growing and in his prime. TPD's dominance will endure, his fate tied to the nostalgia and the nostalgia tied to him. They are one, the reverence and TPD. Sound in the deep TPD horns of 2020. Set the tone for the forthcoming wave of NASTY. For what is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. Welcome to TPD 2020. You down with TPD?