CLEAVING THROUGH COMPETENCE

Uncle Bucky lumbered into the league like John Candy at a high school party - confused, oddly endearing, and somehow still making everyone else uncomfortable. Born from the spirit of chaotic comedy, this team has leaned hard into its namesake: unpredictable, bumbling, and occasionally dangerous with power tools. Success? Rare. But entertainment? Guaranteed. They’ve been known to throw away perfectly good wins like a burnt pancake, only to stumble into a shocking upset when no one’s paying attention. Their new stadium, The Hatchet House, isn’t so much intimidating as it is a constant safety hazard - half arena, half hardware store, all liability - but it suits them perfectly: reckless, slapstick, and one bad swing away from total disaster. Uncle Bucky is not here to dominate; they’re here to trip over their own shoelaces, yell at the ref about a bowling score, and somehow keep showing up anyway. They’re the lovable screw-ups of the SCL - so long as you don’t have to share a roster with them.