Shohoku 3-4
Man, totally forgot to blog about the game on Wednesday night. We have seven guys, as Abi and Phil couldn't make it due to work.
Nick made a decision to start both Bo and Mike on the bench, even though I was against it cause I reckon they're too similar and we should keep them apart as much as possible.
We played the Mario Brothers, and I must admit, I was a little distracted because one of the guys has a girlfriend who has eyed me a couple of times, but she didn't seem to be present.
We got off to a pretty good lead and never really gave it up. I only took one shot which was a three and missed. I tried to run our play at the beginning of the second half, but forced it and turned it over. Nick was arguing with the other team's centre, about who had the higher IQ, which I thought was pretty weird for trashtalking. I tried to stop him by telling him that they were coming last, so it didn't matter, so we shouldn't waste our time. But I don't think logic and reason work very well with him when he's angry.
Any poked the ball away in a very nice defensive play, and I picked it up but he got called for the foul. I got so angry I slammed the ball to the ground. I meant to catch it, but didn't, which meant it bounced way up into the air. The ref told me to watch it, and I thought he was going to tech me, but he didn't. I apologised and Bo made fun of me from the bench, lol.
We won the game despite them pressuring us and making a little run in the end. That was probably the only solace for me, because I was quite upset that we only had one ref, which was a player from the duty team! Fuck, first they lied to Nick saying they provide two proper refs, then they tell us sometimes they'll have one ref, and now they have none!
Nick, white Mike and Angelo went to watch the State of Origin, and Nick wanted the rest of us to go, but I had to wake up early for Maitland the next day, which meant Any came with me, and Bo didn't want to spend any money on alcohol, which I thought was a sensible decision.
I lent Any $10 for KFC as he forgot to bring money out, and I knew he was hungry. I was pretty hungry too, but didn't want to spend any money. I have a feeling that somewhere down the track, he and Angelo won't get along. I remember during the game, while we were on the bench, he kept telling me how Angelo wasn't playing as a team. That's what I like about Any - he has a real team focus. I think he should be a coach.
Today
I lied and told A I didn't want to go swimming because I had a cold. I didn't want to go swimming for two reasons: 1) I wanted to save money (used up my ten visits); and 2) I wanted to work on my shot.
I got to the courts just after 8am and started working on my threes, continuing where I left off yesterday, where I thought was the 31st shot, but instead I made a mistake and started at the 21st shot.
Anyway, I did 40 shots, bringing me to finishing the halfway mark. I had planned to finish off the whole thing, but somewhere after my 31st shot I started feeling a bit of a slightly nagging sensation in my right calf. It was a small version of that same pain I used to get when my legs would cramp up. I think my legs needed more rest from yesterday, and since I'd be playing later, I didn't want to risk it. I especially didn't want to risk taking myself out of Wednesday night.
I went home, had an instant noodle, and then waited for my parents to come back with the car. I drove off at noon, and went to pick up Phil and his friend, James. Phil had just messaged me today saying he'd be bringing a friend along. I guess I was ok with that, but what I didn't like was how both of them just got into the back of the car, giving a real chaffeur feeling.
We went to pick Mike up, and he said he was bringing his brother, so great. I could picture after the game, five sweaty guys squashing against eachother in my car.
It was a bit of a relief to have Mike in the car, as he always has something to say, even though it may be dumb.
We got to the courts at 1:30pm, parking was bad because there were netball games on and also the finals in the Chinese comp. We walked in to find the finals of the premier league playing. I kept looking around to see if there was anyone I'd recognise, but I didn't have my glasses and everything was too blurry.
We shot around in court three for a bit before going to court one where Alex the guy booked the court. We started a game quickly and I must admit - I felt a bit bad, even ashamed, to be playing in non-uniforms with guys who were pretty crap, whereas on the other court my former comp was celebrating the finals. It felt like I was a reject. Kinda like I had gone from the big league to the small league. I'm sure no one, or at least not many, could recognise me, but still.
My team was me, Mike, Phil, James, and Mike's brother Kevin. I told Mike to focus and work on his rebounding, that we knew he could shoot and play, but he needed to rebound, and to forget about winning the games today because we knew we were better. I didn't really feel like playing hard anyway, probably because I was tired.
I noticed Mike really improved his rebounding, which was good. It's good to see he can improve if he really tries. Other than that, I was pretty pissed off with things. I was pissed off that Phil had brought along a guy who completely could not play. I mean, he said he hadn't played for five years, but even given that, I could see he was not a basketball player. And why the hell did he play in pants and not have a bottle of drink???
Then there was Mike's brother. I thought, being his brother, he'd have at least a bit of game, but nope, he was nervous as fuck. I was playing with a team of non-basketball players. Great.
Carter stayed after the finals, and he joined our games. I did play a few games with him, but while watching I noticed how good he actually was. He would glide from one end of the court to the other to make a basket. Or maybe these guys were just really that shit.
I was kinda glad when it was all over, as I wasn't in much of a mood to play anyway, again, probably because I was tired. I dropped Mike and his brother off at home first, and then Phil and James. Found out James is a tax accountant, so that may come in handy in the future.
I went to get petrol and then did a bit of grocery shopping in the Wick, then went home.
Nick made a decision to start both Bo and Mike on the bench, even though I was against it cause I reckon they're too similar and we should keep them apart as much as possible.
We played the Mario Brothers, and I must admit, I was a little distracted because one of the guys has a girlfriend who has eyed me a couple of times, but she didn't seem to be present.
We got off to a pretty good lead and never really gave it up. I only took one shot which was a three and missed. I tried to run our play at the beginning of the second half, but forced it and turned it over. Nick was arguing with the other team's centre, about who had the higher IQ, which I thought was pretty weird for trashtalking. I tried to stop him by telling him that they were coming last, so it didn't matter, so we shouldn't waste our time. But I don't think logic and reason work very well with him when he's angry.
Any poked the ball away in a very nice defensive play, and I picked it up but he got called for the foul. I got so angry I slammed the ball to the ground. I meant to catch it, but didn't, which meant it bounced way up into the air. The ref told me to watch it, and I thought he was going to tech me, but he didn't. I apologised and Bo made fun of me from the bench, lol.
We won the game despite them pressuring us and making a little run in the end. That was probably the only solace for me, because I was quite upset that we only had one ref, which was a player from the duty team! Fuck, first they lied to Nick saying they provide two proper refs, then they tell us sometimes they'll have one ref, and now they have none!
Nick, white Mike and Angelo went to watch the State of Origin, and Nick wanted the rest of us to go, but I had to wake up early for Maitland the next day, which meant Any came with me, and Bo didn't want to spend any money on alcohol, which I thought was a sensible decision.
I lent Any $10 for KFC as he forgot to bring money out, and I knew he was hungry. I was pretty hungry too, but didn't want to spend any money. I have a feeling that somewhere down the track, he and Angelo won't get along. I remember during the game, while we were on the bench, he kept telling me how Angelo wasn't playing as a team. That's what I like about Any - he has a real team focus. I think he should be a coach.
Today
I lied and told A I didn't want to go swimming because I had a cold. I didn't want to go swimming for two reasons: 1) I wanted to save money (used up my ten visits); and 2) I wanted to work on my shot.
I got to the courts just after 8am and started working on my threes, continuing where I left off yesterday, where I thought was the 31st shot, but instead I made a mistake and started at the 21st shot.
Anyway, I did 40 shots, bringing me to finishing the halfway mark. I had planned to finish off the whole thing, but somewhere after my 31st shot I started feeling a bit of a slightly nagging sensation in my right calf. It was a small version of that same pain I used to get when my legs would cramp up. I think my legs needed more rest from yesterday, and since I'd be playing later, I didn't want to risk it. I especially didn't want to risk taking myself out of Wednesday night.
I went home, had an instant noodle, and then waited for my parents to come back with the car. I drove off at noon, and went to pick up Phil and his friend, James. Phil had just messaged me today saying he'd be bringing a friend along. I guess I was ok with that, but what I didn't like was how both of them just got into the back of the car, giving a real chaffeur feeling.
We went to pick Mike up, and he said he was bringing his brother, so great. I could picture after the game, five sweaty guys squashing against eachother in my car.
It was a bit of a relief to have Mike in the car, as he always has something to say, even though it may be dumb.
We got to the courts at 1:30pm, parking was bad because there were netball games on and also the finals in the Chinese comp. We walked in to find the finals of the premier league playing. I kept looking around to see if there was anyone I'd recognise, but I didn't have my glasses and everything was too blurry.
We shot around in court three for a bit before going to court one where Alex the guy booked the court. We started a game quickly and I must admit - I felt a bit bad, even ashamed, to be playing in non-uniforms with guys who were pretty crap, whereas on the other court my former comp was celebrating the finals. It felt like I was a reject. Kinda like I had gone from the big league to the small league. I'm sure no one, or at least not many, could recognise me, but still.
My team was me, Mike, Phil, James, and Mike's brother Kevin. I told Mike to focus and work on his rebounding, that we knew he could shoot and play, but he needed to rebound, and to forget about winning the games today because we knew we were better. I didn't really feel like playing hard anyway, probably because I was tired.
I noticed Mike really improved his rebounding, which was good. It's good to see he can improve if he really tries. Other than that, I was pretty pissed off with things. I was pissed off that Phil had brought along a guy who completely could not play. I mean, he said he hadn't played for five years, but even given that, I could see he was not a basketball player. And why the hell did he play in pants and not have a bottle of drink???
Then there was Mike's brother. I thought, being his brother, he'd have at least a bit of game, but nope, he was nervous as fuck. I was playing with a team of non-basketball players. Great.
Carter stayed after the finals, and he joined our games. I did play a few games with him, but while watching I noticed how good he actually was. He would glide from one end of the court to the other to make a basket. Or maybe these guys were just really that shit.
I was kinda glad when it was all over, as I wasn't in much of a mood to play anyway, again, probably because I was tired. I dropped Mike and his brother off at home first, and then Phil and James. Found out James is a tax accountant, so that may come in handy in the future.
I went to get petrol and then did a bit of grocery shopping in the Wick, then went home.
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