The 2025 Dynasty season ended the way the good ones do: with the best available argument winning in the last week that arguments were accepted. Justin Waitt's Wisconsin Weezy beat Sean Gibbins 152.60 to 125.78 in the Week 17 final, finishing a 10-4 campaign with the league's second-highest point total and its first ring. Nobody disputes it. In this league, that alone makes it historic.

It also ended a dynasty — the actual kind. Charlie Koepsell had won this league's first two championships, 2023 and 2024, and spent 2025 discovering what the rest of the league already knew about roster age as a lifestyle. Long Hair Dont Care finished 7-7, tenth, and out. Reigns in a three-year-old league don't end with a coronation; they end quietly, in the middle of the standings, at 7-7. A record book this young has now already produced its first fallen empire. Costanza is thrilled. I'm told he filed it under 'firsts.'

How the title was actually won. Waitt's path was the clean kind: 10-4 and the two-seed's road. In the semifinals he put 167.38 on Ben Cunnion — the week's loudest scoreline — while Gibbins, 10-4 himself and steady all year, handled Ryan Weaver 149.78 to 125.82. The final was never really in doubt. 152.60 travels. The first round had the better theater: Cunnion edged Evan Sinn 161.44 to 154.86 in the round's best game, and Weaver dispatched Joe Hamm 116.68 to 97.14, a result that surprised no one who had seen Hamm's underlying numbers, about which more in a moment. Cunnion took third place in a Week 17 game — 94.92 to 61.74 over Weaver — that both men would prefer omitted from this review. Noted, and included.

The wronged party. Here is the season, though, and it did not play in the final. Elliott Simmonds's DELAWARE CHICKEN FARMER'S scored 2,179.74 points — most in the league, champion included — and posted an all-play record of 131-51, also the league's best. Every honest measure says this was the best team in Dynasty in 2025. It went 7-7, finished seventh, and missed a six-team playoff field. The schedule did that. A luck score of -0.220, worst in the league, did that. Elliott did his part every single week and watched the bracket from home. A season can be unfair and correctly scored at the same time; this was both, and it belongs at the top of any accounting of the year, so here it is, at the top of mine.

The mirror image made the field. Joe Hamm went 8-6 and reached the playoffs with a 64-118 all-play record — last in the league — and a luck score of +0.220, first in the league by a distance. Those two teams traded lives all season. One of them got a playoff share. Per league sources, Hamm has expressed no guilt whatsoever.

The bottom, documented. Brian Jones's ShitCo Summer finished 3-11 and fourteenth, last in points at 1,711.98, with a 55-127 all-play record that removes the usual excuses from the table. The team name was a choice made in August; by November it read as a forecast. Hunter Koepsell also went 3-11 and deserves the asterisk Jones does not: 1,879.92 points — more than four teams that finished above him — and the league's worst luck score after Elliott's, -0.253. One 3-11 team earned it. The other was mugged. The record book, which does not do nuance, lists them side by side.

And in twelfth place at 4-10: The Epitome of Brutality, the commissioner's own franchise, whose season included the league's lowest single week — 75.20, Week 8 — and closed with a 158.22 to 98.58 consolation win in Week 17 that certain coverage on this network described as 'momentum.' Fourteen games produced four wins. I have reviewed the file. The file is thick.

Stray facts for the plaque. Waitt's 203.12 in Week 12 stood as the season's highest single week. The closest game of the year was Weaver over Hamm, 132.52 to 131.58, in Week 9 — a 0.94-point margin that Hamm, characteristically, survived in the standings anyway. And the highest score of the entire postseason belonged to Tareq Hafza — 201.46 in Week 16 — in the consolation bracket, where it decided nothing and was witnessed by no one. It counts. That is both the beauty and the joke of counting.

The 2026 season arrives undrafted, with a rookie class the league has already spent months trading toward. Fourteen rosters, filed clean, are on this site now, along with every result above — which means this is the last season review this league will ever have to take my word for. Check the links. That's what they're for.

This reporter has formally requested an interview with the league office fourteen times, most recently through the new website's contact page, an innovation I was assured would help. The league office has not responded. Its correspondent, I'm told, has never had that problem.