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https://www.pscp.tv/w/b_KbVTFZTEtKTnhvWnhPS058MXJteFBlUW9wa21LTta-ttVKF4b9lX3J3s-tYI1s9ryhUc3sQZsQGkk72bdK congrats to Casual T aka Matt for winning the Irving Fryar Jersey.

Dumped from the Genesis version (should be the same as the SNES) This was dumped using TSBM 2000 so it swaps RP and RS compared to how it displays in the game. TSB2rosters.xlsx

Haha! Thanks. This was intentional as there are only so many slots available. I have him as more of a 'blocking RB' The rosters are based off of who actually sees the field the most. Alot of teams are using '12' personnel (2 TE) now.

Added this to the download section as I don't have file permissions set up to download files from the forum for guests

It's been 13 days since Burning Mort and I now finally feel recovered. Allow me to rehash the "highlights" to the best of my knowledge. 9 Hours. That's how long it took me to drive solo to Fargo on that Friday. I do NOT recommend this. Use the buddy system. Much easier to have a friend jerk you off so you can keep both hands on the wheel. Shout out to the Country Inn & Suites for the completely adequate hotel room. A mild step up from the Fargo Inn across the highway. Pixeled Brewery and Arcade brought together two of my favorite things. Fresh craft beer and old arcade games. A lot of childhood memories came rushing back. Notably that Burgertime and Centipede kick fucking ass, and Zaxxon is tough as balls to play. 40 oz. of Colt 45 at Pounds will never not be a great idea. Friday Night MVP: SammieSmith's rainbow karaoke microphone. It stole the show, and even stole away some girlfriends from grumpy dudes. Maybe get your own karaoke mic next time fellas! The Nepalese guys playing pool that took our shirtless photo that had no clue what was going on but were excited anyway. The screams of joy when SammieSmith Hulkamania ripped his undershirt off was amazing. "OH YOU GUYS SEXY!" SammieSmith would later try to kidnap one of them to take to Burning Mort with us. The Uber back to the hotel where SammieSmith proceeds to annoy our driver by playing the "YOU LIKE A DA JUICE!" sketch on his phone at top volume and holding it by the driver's head. I gave him a handsome tip for his troubles and didn't bother telling him he dropped us off at the wrong hotel (ours was across the street). Back at the hotel it's 3am and Sega says "LET'S PLAY A FULL SEASON OF TECMO TONIGHT!" He falls asleep roughly 30 minutes later. Sleeping Sega is submitted to an impromptu photo shoot featuring his face, my ass, and SammieSmith's balls. Killing time on Saturday before heading out to the hallowed grounds, we stop at Fargo's mall. Apparently no one up there got the memo that malls died 6 years ago because holy shit. I felt like I stepped back in time with how busy and full of actual stores that place was. We went to Big Nick's Card Shop which is very appropriately in the basement of the mall. Big Nick seems to have a lot of garbage and a functional price gun and thus created a store for it all. Heading out to the Mortlands I drive through the first of the rainstorms for the day. I stop in Casselton for gas and see this place across the street: That place looks amazing. I wanna drink there next time. (to be continued...)

The pressure is an intensity in and of itself. And the failure festers for 6 minths. Its both amazing and agonizing. The second best thing to winning, is playing and losing.