1 Death of Insanely Overpowered Fireballs: THINK OF GOING BACK IN TIME TO MURDER YOURSELF AS A GAME.
2 Me: Oooh, a challenge.
2 Death of Insanely Overpowered Fireballs: YES!
3 Death of Insanely Overpowered Fireballs: AGAINST THE ONLY OPPONENT WORTHY OF YOUR SKILL.
4 Me: The 1980s West Indian cricket team?

I wanted a sporting opponent that would be "worthy of my skill", rather than the usual worthy opponent stereotype of being someone who can rise to the challenge on a mental level. I was thinking about finding something that would be known to everyone, but then I realised that would be a fool's errand. I briefly considered something along the lines of "the 1930's Yankees", but then I realised that that's not the first thing I think of when I think of "unbeatable sports team".

So I decided the heck with it, I'm just going to use the first thing that does pop into my mind when I think of "unbeatable sports team". I remember the cold, dark days of the 1980s when the West Indies dominated world cricket and no other team could get a look in. The Australian team I supported was under their thumb, like every other team.

Gordon Greenidge. Desmond Haynes. Viv Richards. Clive Lloyd. Jeff Dujon. Malcolm Marshall. Michael Holding. Colin Croft. Joel Garner.

Names that now resonate with the aura of legends of the game. I wanted to beat this team. I wanted Australia to beat this team so hard it hurt. Through the entirety of the 1980s. It didn't happen. In fact, Australia couldn't beat the West Indies in a Test series from 1977 to 1995. That was basically my entire childhood from the time I really started getting interested in cricket, through my entire time at university, and up to when I graduated with a Ph.D. and got married.

Oh yes. That's the team I want to beat. That's the only opponent worthy of my skill.