An article will appear on a site nobody has ever seen before matching GMs in fantasy wrestling matches. In the round robin, Cho will be the first to lose.
The drama this year will be that Roy is vocally unhappy with Matthews taking many, many minutes from him, including many clutch moments. Roy will note that stupid unselfish play is why he was just a reserve in college till he was a senior, and was drafted only 6th. Quick will get this quote off him: "Where is the McMillan that I love, the one who molds his whole team around me?" Roy will no longer sit with the coaches at the head of the team plane, planning the next game. Canzano will observe that he is too dyslexic to sit still and read magazines like the other players. Canzano will embellish the story into something about licking newsprint and going blind, and will then crusade against a college player for doing it.
Like any other player, losing his volume of minutes will cause Roy's stats per minute to plummet. So he will not make the All Star Game. The Blazers will roll on just fine because it's the system, not him, that has produced the wins.
Great minds will dissect McMillan's system. Its plusses and minuses will remain the mystery of the cosmos. Because it cannot be explained, the system will spawn a religion. However, this will remain only regional, at least in this century. Numerologists will write tracts about the range of .500 to .700, and phraseologists will observe the increasing popularity in song lyrics of the catchy "pretty good, but not the best."