Wears No. 7 The good-time guy, locked into a beat only he can hear, eyes pinwheeling toward two different area codes. Permanently mid-celebration for an occasion no one else got the invite to.

Wears No. 20 Down an arm and bruised head to toe, wears the face of a cartoon that just looked down and realized the cliff edge already left without him.

Wears No. 9 Old-school '70s muscle-man. Rough around the edges, eye patch on, and a different story for how he lost the eye every single time you ask — half his wisdom's earned, half invented on the spot, and he'll fight you over which half is which.

Wears No. 23 Equal parts Rodman and MJ: brilliant, unhinged, completely uncoachable. Talks twice as much as he listens.

Wears No. 10 Lost his head, literally, and now spends every waking second trying to scoop it back off the. Sweet, scatterbrained, and permanently a couple steps behind his own thoughts.