Sunday comp: 2-3
I woke up today and checked my phone. No missed call. My only consolation was that it was daylight savings, so it was earlier than I thought, so maybe she hasn't woken up yet.
I went off to the courts intent on working on my threes. Thursday night was a shocker, I missed like four or five attempts. So I get to the courts, warm up, and before I get to my threes, this guy who I've played with before asks if he can shoot around with me. We shoot around for a while, and then he wants to play one on one. I was a little reluctant because I didn't want to tire myself out, but I said yes anyway. I was beating him when he said he wanted to join his friends' game on the next court.
Fine with me. I started working on my threes and made myself hit 30 before I left.
I went back home, checked my phone, and still nothing. I bummed around on the internet, half playing games and half thinking about it. Soon, I got a headache. I'm not sure if it was from sitting in front of the computer for so long, or if it was from thinking about this.
At around 1:30pm I started getting ready for bball. A came and picked me up. I still had the headache, which hindered conversation a bit, but overall I felt that his presence helped take my mind off things.
We got to the courts and it was packed out from all the parents watching their kids in another comp. We weren't supposed to play today, but because of some schedule screw up we had games today. Walking towards the entrance, I had started to call Claire, but before it rang I changed my mind.
We played Ymmij's team. I thought we had good prospects of winning, but I was worried about their tall center I had seen before. Luckily he was nowhere in sight today.
We got off to a really good start, leading like 12-2, mainly because Fat Pat's friend grabbed so many rebounds. I hit a three early on, and was glad that my shoot around had paid off. During a free throw, I was standing near Ymmij and he called out "hey, hey number 8". I walked over to him and joked "hey, at least I'm on the court", causing some amusing giggles from the people around him.
Later on Fat Pat's friend hurt his ankle, and they made a run from there. During halftime, I could still feel the headache lingering around. I didn't feel focused. I owed it to my team to focus. I didn't feel that my mind was 100% on the game in the first half. I don't know how, but I managed to throw out all thoughts about her in the second half.
Coming out of halftime, they even took the lead, until Fat Pat's other friend started bombing threes. I wasn't a big fan of him hogging it, but it was working. I took two more threes, both of which came pretty close but no doughnut.
I could tell the game was going to be a close one. Yunk annoyed me because he kept driving it into the middle, had nowhere to go, and threw rubbish passes which got intercepted. Mike annoyed me because he'd lose the ball doing the simplest things like dribbling.
We were leading by a few points and it was coming down to crunch time. Bo had a fastbreak and lost the ball which went out of bounds, and the referee said it was last touch A! A was nowhere near him!! I was so ready to chuck a psych. I just can't understand why we are the team to be on the receiving end of shitty calls.
And then Fat Pat's other friend drove it later on, got clotheslined, and there wasn't a foul!!
Fat Pat hit some clutch free throws to make it a four point game. We decided not to foul them and to pressure them on the three. They inbounded and I intercepted it, running down the other end until I was pulled by their little guard, and it was an unsportsman like foul. I hit both free throws and we got away with a victory.
I felt like walking to Ymmij who was on his bench and saying "you gonna be on in crunchtime?" but decided to play the modest card.
It was a good feeling winning. I'm not sure if Fat Pat could've taken losing to this team. I checked my phone and there was still nothing, but at that moment I couldn't care less, because the feeling of victory was still fresh, and much more important.
Bo came up to me as I was changing shoes, and said that the call at the end of the game was wrong, that he had kicked it out. Farking ref.
A drove me home, and I was feeling a lot better.
I'm not sure why she hasn't returned my call. Maybe it's her way of saying she's not interested. Fair enough, it's fucking rude, but it's fair enough. I'd expect them to do that if they weren't interested, as opposed to leading someone on.
However, the optimistic side of me thinks that maybe she's playing hard to get. Maybe she wants to see how hard you'd try to get her. When I checked my fb earlier, I saw she had commented on Scope's status.
I can't lie, it hurts to see someone doing stuff on fb instead of returning your call, but, oh well. And then she updates her status later on, saying she has a cold.
Again, the optimistic side of me says that maybe, just maybe, she's trying to pop up everywhere on my screen to gain attention.
Either way, I won't be calling her.
I went off to the courts intent on working on my threes. Thursday night was a shocker, I missed like four or five attempts. So I get to the courts, warm up, and before I get to my threes, this guy who I've played with before asks if he can shoot around with me. We shoot around for a while, and then he wants to play one on one. I was a little reluctant because I didn't want to tire myself out, but I said yes anyway. I was beating him when he said he wanted to join his friends' game on the next court.
Fine with me. I started working on my threes and made myself hit 30 before I left.
I went back home, checked my phone, and still nothing. I bummed around on the internet, half playing games and half thinking about it. Soon, I got a headache. I'm not sure if it was from sitting in front of the computer for so long, or if it was from thinking about this.
At around 1:30pm I started getting ready for bball. A came and picked me up. I still had the headache, which hindered conversation a bit, but overall I felt that his presence helped take my mind off things.
We got to the courts and it was packed out from all the parents watching their kids in another comp. We weren't supposed to play today, but because of some schedule screw up we had games today. Walking towards the entrance, I had started to call Claire, but before it rang I changed my mind.
We played Ymmij's team. I thought we had good prospects of winning, but I was worried about their tall center I had seen before. Luckily he was nowhere in sight today.
We got off to a really good start, leading like 12-2, mainly because Fat Pat's friend grabbed so many rebounds. I hit a three early on, and was glad that my shoot around had paid off. During a free throw, I was standing near Ymmij and he called out "hey, hey number 8". I walked over to him and joked "hey, at least I'm on the court", causing some amusing giggles from the people around him.
Later on Fat Pat's friend hurt his ankle, and they made a run from there. During halftime, I could still feel the headache lingering around. I didn't feel focused. I owed it to my team to focus. I didn't feel that my mind was 100% on the game in the first half. I don't know how, but I managed to throw out all thoughts about her in the second half.
Coming out of halftime, they even took the lead, until Fat Pat's other friend started bombing threes. I wasn't a big fan of him hogging it, but it was working. I took two more threes, both of which came pretty close but no doughnut.
I could tell the game was going to be a close one. Yunk annoyed me because he kept driving it into the middle, had nowhere to go, and threw rubbish passes which got intercepted. Mike annoyed me because he'd lose the ball doing the simplest things like dribbling.
We were leading by a few points and it was coming down to crunch time. Bo had a fastbreak and lost the ball which went out of bounds, and the referee said it was last touch A! A was nowhere near him!! I was so ready to chuck a psych. I just can't understand why we are the team to be on the receiving end of shitty calls.
And then Fat Pat's other friend drove it later on, got clotheslined, and there wasn't a foul!!
Fat Pat hit some clutch free throws to make it a four point game. We decided not to foul them and to pressure them on the three. They inbounded and I intercepted it, running down the other end until I was pulled by their little guard, and it was an unsportsman like foul. I hit both free throws and we got away with a victory.
I felt like walking to Ymmij who was on his bench and saying "you gonna be on in crunchtime?" but decided to play the modest card.
It was a good feeling winning. I'm not sure if Fat Pat could've taken losing to this team. I checked my phone and there was still nothing, but at that moment I couldn't care less, because the feeling of victory was still fresh, and much more important.
Bo came up to me as I was changing shoes, and said that the call at the end of the game was wrong, that he had kicked it out. Farking ref.
A drove me home, and I was feeling a lot better.
I'm not sure why she hasn't returned my call. Maybe it's her way of saying she's not interested. Fair enough, it's fucking rude, but it's fair enough. I'd expect them to do that if they weren't interested, as opposed to leading someone on.
However, the optimistic side of me thinks that maybe she's playing hard to get. Maybe she wants to see how hard you'd try to get her. When I checked my fb earlier, I saw she had commented on Scope's status.
I can't lie, it hurts to see someone doing stuff on fb instead of returning your call, but, oh well. And then she updates her status later on, saying she has a cold.
Again, the optimistic side of me says that maybe, just maybe, she's trying to pop up everywhere on my screen to gain attention.
Either way, I won't be calling her.
posted by toey | 17:40
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