Sunday comp: 4-5
No no, I haven't made a mistake. It really is 4-5 because we had a double header yesterday.
In the morning I went to the courts to work on my free throws. I had to go really early because I thought those guys would come again and I didn't want to play a game. I took 100 free throws and made 47. Hmmm.
After that I went home, intent on giving that fake tattoo place another go until I saw that they were going to show an NBA game in about an hour.
Aight, fuck that, fuck that.
I went out to get some bread and meat for the upcoming week's lunch, and some chips for the game. So I spent the next couple of hours watching Game 7 of the Celtics-Bulls series eating chips. It was a pretty good game, pretty tight all the way through. I was a bit worried when the Bulls got off to that fast start, and I swore out loud when Scalabrine had that breakaway dunk BLOCKED by a GUARD (Rose).
I think I found out during the game that I was actually rooting for the Celtics. Paul Pierce continues to amaze me because I watched him moving almost in slow motion, yet no one could stop him as he ran around the whole Bulls' defense, drove in and dunked it. In slow motion.
In the middle of the game I was pretty sure the Celtics would pull through because of their experience. I'm pretty surprised and happy that Stephon could allow himself to play such a supportive role, but I still think he should be able to hit the shots he takes.
And Eddie House was on fire!!! I stomped hard on my carpet everytime he hit a three. And that was NOT taunting. You could obviously see some of the Bulls' bench were saying stuff in his ears as he took that sideline shot, and even the commentator said, when you shoot from there it's like there's another defender. So they're allowed to yell in his ear as he shoots but he can't say anything back?
Anyway, by the time the game finished it was nearly time to get ready for bball. I got changed and then drove out to pick A up. We talked about the Celtics-Bulls series, and in particular that Derrick Rose block on Scalabrine, as I was still expressing my disgust on a CENTER having his BREAKAWAY DUNK BLOCKED by a GUARD. We somehow managed to go from that to gambling, and he was telling me about his experiences in different casinos, although he doesn't gamble, and then he told me how he had applied for a job at a gaming company because he reckons his company will be letting people go soon.
At that time I felt kinda sorry for him, because he was such a nice guy, and I didn't want him to lose his job, although with his experience I'm sure he won't have a problem finding another one. But at the same time I thought about how if the economic downturn was affecting him, then surely it'd affect Bobby, and I wanted him to lose his job.
Anyway, we played had a full team for both games today. We played the Bus Drivers first, and had a three point headstart because of our lead in the game that was cancelled.
I thought it was a lot like Game 7, because it was pretty close throughout, and just like the Celtics, we managed to slowly exaggerate our lead towards the end of the game to clinch it.
When I was sitting on the bench, the hot ref was standing right in front of me, and I checked out her left hand to see.......that she was married =(
I scored I think eight points, on two threes and a two. On one of the threes, it looked almost as if it was a set play. Daniel was taking the ball up, and I ran along the baseline from one side of the court to the other, and when I reached the other side he passed it to me. I caught it, turned, jumped, and popped it up as it rattled in.
And in the beginning of the game, one of their guys had a fastbreak, and I felt like I gave a half effort in the chase and jumped from behind, only to completely swat the shot out of his hands as everyone watching started cheering and roaring. I couldn't help but let a little smile creep across my face as everyone on my team gave me high fives. A came up to me and said something about the Derrick Rose block.
I thought it was really important to win that game, because we had an hour of rest afterwards before our next game, and I didn't want them, especially Fat Pat, to lie around with a losing feeling.
Daniel hurt his back at the end of the game, and I was a bit worried because he kept complaining about it. I just hoped he was alright for the next game.
During the hour of rest, Fat Pat and Mike went to do duty. Daniel, Joe, Yunk and I all hung around the stands resting. Daniel and I were just lazing about while Yunk and Joe watched the game. A sat kinda far away from us all by himself. I really wonder why he distances himself from the team.
It's kinda funny, because I remember when we used to have double header when I was younger, I used to be so energetic during the breaks, but here I was, like an old man, trying to get as much rest as possible.
When it was time for our next game, my legs felt a little tired, but mentally I was ready. We were playing UC, who I think were tied for first or second. From one of their games I watched, they were about our size, so I couldn't understand how they were doing so well. But Mike kept saying they had this big white guy, and sure enough, when both teams were warming up, that was the first time I saw him. He was indeed pretty big.
The game was physical right from the beginning, although we got off to an early 23-10 lead. I watched as their big guy palmed us off, threw elbows and basically shoved us out of the way. At halftime, this was the exchange between me and Andrew the referee:
Me: If he keeps doing that, then I'm gonna do it back to him.
Andrew: Then do it.
Yep, real satisfactory and professional response.
This started a whole talk between my team and the two referees, and somehow I ended up talking to the girl referee. She was saying that she was just letting the game flow (???) and I told her that I had to protect my players.
Then it got really interesting in the second half.
Number 10 on the other team drove it in between Daniel and I. As he got through he went up for a shot and I blocked the shot just as a whistle blew. I paused as usual to see who the foul was on, knowing that it was probably me, and the next thing I knew I was on the floor with number 10 standing over me.
Man what the fuck?
I got up quickly, and for a moment I thought he'd push me back down, so to my surprise I got back up without a problem. I shoved him in the face and yelled "what the fuck is your problem?"
At this point I was ready for a fight. I wasn't just ready for a fight, I was ready to belt the shit out of him. He had been a bit of a dickhead throughout the game, but I didn't think it had gotten to a stage like this.
As I was bracing myself for a fight, I stared into his eyes and saw him take a step back. Then I felt the ball hit my head lightly, and I turned around to see who it was, thinking someone had thrown the ball at me.
The referees and some of the players separated and surrounded us. I heard Andrew call a foul on Daniel, and I was explaining to the girl ref that I didn't do anything wrong, and she asked if I wanted to sit down for five minutes (???).
I still hadn't come to a full understanding of what had just happened, and I couldn't even believe they called a foul on Daniel cause I thought I hammered him.
10 went to the line to shoot the free throws, and I felt like saying something when he missed the first, but then restrained myself.
The rest of the game didn't get any better as they full court presses us and kept up their dirty play. The only thing that did change were the calls - the girl ref was now making a lot of calls in our favour. I mean, a LOT of calls. Most of which probably weren't even fouls, and that just upset the other team even more.
To be honest, I felt the altercation made me hesitate more offensively, but I think it had the same impact on 10. He kept bumping into me hard when he had the ball, and I just stood my ground firmly, but I could tell he was hesitating on shots.
During a timeout Daniel told me it was right to stand up for myself, which was good, because at this stage I was still dazed as to what was going on, and consequently I was questioning myself. I told everyone to remain calm and in control, because we were the ones in the lead.
Things got worse for the other team as Daniel kept scoring and we always maintained at least a nine point lead. Number 10 even got a technical for arguing with the girl ref. He quickly apologised after that, and then a few plays later started complaining again. Bipolar dickhead.
During a substitution when Yunk came on for me, I asked Joe's girlfriend what had actually happened. She said 10 pushed me, and that someone was bouncing the ball to the referee but accidentally hit me.
As I watched on, I could see Yunk was pretty scared out there. It made me think about how much more grown up I was now. I think if I was 18 right now I would've been scared too. He kept losing the ball and Fat Pat and Daniel were yelling for me to get back on, so I did.
Then their little point guard Tony started losing it. As far as I know he's always been a nice guy, sometimes we even say hi to eachother when we pass, but I could tell he had lost it, as he ran around the court like a headless chicken. On one drive at the end of the game, I had pretty much let him go but he deliberately ran into me and headbutted my face. I was like, what the fuck? Your beef isn't with me, it's with Daniel, cause I remember at halftime they were arguing, and all I heard was Tony saying to Daniel "fuck you cunt".
It felt so good when the game finished. Like I've said before, there's nothing better than the feeling of beating a team you hate. It is THE BOMB! Daniel cracked a joke, saying "my back feels better now", lol. I was glad everyone listened to me and didn't get emotional and T'd up, because at one stage that could've been costly.
You know what I've realised? That guy never got T'd up for pushing me. So you can just push people down now and get away with it? I mean, hell, give us a double T, do something, but you can't just do nothing about something like that.
And also, that mother fucker never answered my question.
In the morning I went to the courts to work on my free throws. I had to go really early because I thought those guys would come again and I didn't want to play a game. I took 100 free throws and made 47. Hmmm.
After that I went home, intent on giving that fake tattoo place another go until I saw that they were going to show an NBA game in about an hour.
Aight, fuck that, fuck that.
I went out to get some bread and meat for the upcoming week's lunch, and some chips for the game. So I spent the next couple of hours watching Game 7 of the Celtics-Bulls series eating chips. It was a pretty good game, pretty tight all the way through. I was a bit worried when the Bulls got off to that fast start, and I swore out loud when Scalabrine had that breakaway dunk BLOCKED by a GUARD (Rose).
I think I found out during the game that I was actually rooting for the Celtics. Paul Pierce continues to amaze me because I watched him moving almost in slow motion, yet no one could stop him as he ran around the whole Bulls' defense, drove in and dunked it. In slow motion.
In the middle of the game I was pretty sure the Celtics would pull through because of their experience. I'm pretty surprised and happy that Stephon could allow himself to play such a supportive role, but I still think he should be able to hit the shots he takes.
And Eddie House was on fire!!! I stomped hard on my carpet everytime he hit a three. And that was NOT taunting. You could obviously see some of the Bulls' bench were saying stuff in his ears as he took that sideline shot, and even the commentator said, when you shoot from there it's like there's another defender. So they're allowed to yell in his ear as he shoots but he can't say anything back?
Anyway, by the time the game finished it was nearly time to get ready for bball. I got changed and then drove out to pick A up. We talked about the Celtics-Bulls series, and in particular that Derrick Rose block on Scalabrine, as I was still expressing my disgust on a CENTER having his BREAKAWAY DUNK BLOCKED by a GUARD. We somehow managed to go from that to gambling, and he was telling me about his experiences in different casinos, although he doesn't gamble, and then he told me how he had applied for a job at a gaming company because he reckons his company will be letting people go soon.
At that time I felt kinda sorry for him, because he was such a nice guy, and I didn't want him to lose his job, although with his experience I'm sure he won't have a problem finding another one. But at the same time I thought about how if the economic downturn was affecting him, then surely it'd affect Bobby, and I wanted him to lose his job.
Anyway, we played had a full team for both games today. We played the Bus Drivers first, and had a three point headstart because of our lead in the game that was cancelled.
I thought it was a lot like Game 7, because it was pretty close throughout, and just like the Celtics, we managed to slowly exaggerate our lead towards the end of the game to clinch it.
When I was sitting on the bench, the hot ref was standing right in front of me, and I checked out her left hand to see.......that she was married =(
I scored I think eight points, on two threes and a two. On one of the threes, it looked almost as if it was a set play. Daniel was taking the ball up, and I ran along the baseline from one side of the court to the other, and when I reached the other side he passed it to me. I caught it, turned, jumped, and popped it up as it rattled in.
And in the beginning of the game, one of their guys had a fastbreak, and I felt like I gave a half effort in the chase and jumped from behind, only to completely swat the shot out of his hands as everyone watching started cheering and roaring. I couldn't help but let a little smile creep across my face as everyone on my team gave me high fives. A came up to me and said something about the Derrick Rose block.
I thought it was really important to win that game, because we had an hour of rest afterwards before our next game, and I didn't want them, especially Fat Pat, to lie around with a losing feeling.
Daniel hurt his back at the end of the game, and I was a bit worried because he kept complaining about it. I just hoped he was alright for the next game.
During the hour of rest, Fat Pat and Mike went to do duty. Daniel, Joe, Yunk and I all hung around the stands resting. Daniel and I were just lazing about while Yunk and Joe watched the game. A sat kinda far away from us all by himself. I really wonder why he distances himself from the team.
It's kinda funny, because I remember when we used to have double header when I was younger, I used to be so energetic during the breaks, but here I was, like an old man, trying to get as much rest as possible.
When it was time for our next game, my legs felt a little tired, but mentally I was ready. We were playing UC, who I think were tied for first or second. From one of their games I watched, they were about our size, so I couldn't understand how they were doing so well. But Mike kept saying they had this big white guy, and sure enough, when both teams were warming up, that was the first time I saw him. He was indeed pretty big.
The game was physical right from the beginning, although we got off to an early 23-10 lead. I watched as their big guy palmed us off, threw elbows and basically shoved us out of the way. At halftime, this was the exchange between me and Andrew the referee:
Me: If he keeps doing that, then I'm gonna do it back to him.
Andrew: Then do it.
Yep, real satisfactory and professional response.
This started a whole talk between my team and the two referees, and somehow I ended up talking to the girl referee. She was saying that she was just letting the game flow (???) and I told her that I had to protect my players.
Then it got really interesting in the second half.
Number 10 on the other team drove it in between Daniel and I. As he got through he went up for a shot and I blocked the shot just as a whistle blew. I paused as usual to see who the foul was on, knowing that it was probably me, and the next thing I knew I was on the floor with number 10 standing over me.
Man what the fuck?
I got up quickly, and for a moment I thought he'd push me back down, so to my surprise I got back up without a problem. I shoved him in the face and yelled "what the fuck is your problem?"
At this point I was ready for a fight. I wasn't just ready for a fight, I was ready to belt the shit out of him. He had been a bit of a dickhead throughout the game, but I didn't think it had gotten to a stage like this.
As I was bracing myself for a fight, I stared into his eyes and saw him take a step back. Then I felt the ball hit my head lightly, and I turned around to see who it was, thinking someone had thrown the ball at me.
The referees and some of the players separated and surrounded us. I heard Andrew call a foul on Daniel, and I was explaining to the girl ref that I didn't do anything wrong, and she asked if I wanted to sit down for five minutes (???).
I still hadn't come to a full understanding of what had just happened, and I couldn't even believe they called a foul on Daniel cause I thought I hammered him.
10 went to the line to shoot the free throws, and I felt like saying something when he missed the first, but then restrained myself.
The rest of the game didn't get any better as they full court presses us and kept up their dirty play. The only thing that did change were the calls - the girl ref was now making a lot of calls in our favour. I mean, a LOT of calls. Most of which probably weren't even fouls, and that just upset the other team even more.
To be honest, I felt the altercation made me hesitate more offensively, but I think it had the same impact on 10. He kept bumping into me hard when he had the ball, and I just stood my ground firmly, but I could tell he was hesitating on shots.
During a timeout Daniel told me it was right to stand up for myself, which was good, because at this stage I was still dazed as to what was going on, and consequently I was questioning myself. I told everyone to remain calm and in control, because we were the ones in the lead.
Things got worse for the other team as Daniel kept scoring and we always maintained at least a nine point lead. Number 10 even got a technical for arguing with the girl ref. He quickly apologised after that, and then a few plays later started complaining again. Bipolar dickhead.
During a substitution when Yunk came on for me, I asked Joe's girlfriend what had actually happened. She said 10 pushed me, and that someone was bouncing the ball to the referee but accidentally hit me.
As I watched on, I could see Yunk was pretty scared out there. It made me think about how much more grown up I was now. I think if I was 18 right now I would've been scared too. He kept losing the ball and Fat Pat and Daniel were yelling for me to get back on, so I did.
Then their little point guard Tony started losing it. As far as I know he's always been a nice guy, sometimes we even say hi to eachother when we pass, but I could tell he had lost it, as he ran around the court like a headless chicken. On one drive at the end of the game, I had pretty much let him go but he deliberately ran into me and headbutted my face. I was like, what the fuck? Your beef isn't with me, it's with Daniel, cause I remember at halftime they were arguing, and all I heard was Tony saying to Daniel "fuck you cunt".
It felt so good when the game finished. Like I've said before, there's nothing better than the feeling of beating a team you hate. It is THE BOMB! Daniel cracked a joke, saying "my back feels better now", lol. I was glad everyone listened to me and didn't get emotional and T'd up, because at one stage that could've been costly.
You know what I've realised? That guy never got T'd up for pushing me. So you can just push people down now and get away with it? I mean, hell, give us a double T, do something, but you can't just do nothing about something like that.
And also, that mother fucker never answered my question.
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