Shoyo: 2-0-1
On Wednesday morning I woke up feeling a bit worse than the day before due to the cold I was having. My throat just felt like shit. I posted a message in our team fb page saying if we had enough, I'd sit out because I had a cold.
By the time I walked to work, Bo had sent me a message telling me I shouldn't say something like that because then other guys will just use flimsy excuses to get out of games. I didn't want to argue, so I just said "aight", deleted my fb message, and said I was going to play.
It pissed me off, but if he wanted me to play, then I'd play.
He wanted to meet up and go together, so we did. For some reason, he decided to talk about Jeremy Lin on the train and all the way to the courts. He already knew my stance on him - I thought he was at least decent because he took the Knicks on that winning streak when Carmelo, Stoudemire and Baron were out. He claimed that Jeremy Lin was the worst point guard of all time due to his turnovers, and that Patrick Mills was better. He even admitted that he didn't like Jeremy Lin because he was over-hyped. I asked if he didn't like the fact that he was over-hyped because he was Asian, and he said yes. Then I put to him that he thougth Patrick Mills should be supported because he was Australian and he said yes.
As we left the station and waited to cross the road, I said Jeremy Lin was a good investment, because he was paid the minimum yet generated all this income for the Knicks and the NBA. I said it was like buying a share worth one cent and watching it go up to a dollar, and he just said "that's a shit analogy". If you were watching, you could see my body language change. I crossed my arms and walked and didn't say anything. I couldn't wait until I saw Jim so I could have a whinge. Then he said something like "I bet you're thinking about going to talk to Jim and not me when we get there".
I really couldn't stand him.
We played Knights. They consisted mainly of short stubby guys. There was one black kid who was lightning quick. I remember I was trying to guard him in the backcourt, sliding my feet, and he just blew past me, making me look (and feel) like a pensioner. Damn.
We won the game pretty easily. Bo annoyed me again - he had an inbounds pass on the base line, and I was close to him on the wing. I told Mike to set me a screen and he did, so I was wide open. He doesn't even see me and throws it to the three point line where it gets intercepted. Seriously, what the fuck? How many times has he done that now, where he turns the ball over on a base line inbounds pass?
So A played his first game with us, he turned out an alright performance, but he still seems to hang around the three point line instead of going in. We had like eight guys (me, Bo, Nick who was sick as well, Jim, A, big Alex, Mike, and Dunnycan) so I don't even know why I needed to pay.
After the game I asked A for a lift, but he was apparently going to his in-laws which was around the area. Nick drove but because he has a ute, he can only fit one person, which each time defaults to Bo (I swear this has something to do with race, but that's another topic for another day).
I said I was happy to walk to the station, but Nick and Bo said I should jump into the ute. I said no and just walked, and then they literally drove next to me all the way down the road. It wasn't just that, but they were trying to joke with things like "hey babe, wanna get in the car?" and trying to grab me. I know they were trying to joke around, but I just felt like being left alone, so that really made things worse for me in terms of Bo.
I decided to see how fast I could run as a way of speeding up this painful journey, so asked them to see my speed as I ran next to the car. Apparently I got up to 22km/h with my bag on, which I didn't think was bad.
When I was on the train, I thought about how things tonight had just increased my likelihood of retiring from the Sunday comp after this season. Of course, I'll think about it during the break, but I wondered to myself how much more of Bo can I take?
By the time I walked to work, Bo had sent me a message telling me I shouldn't say something like that because then other guys will just use flimsy excuses to get out of games. I didn't want to argue, so I just said "aight", deleted my fb message, and said I was going to play.
It pissed me off, but if he wanted me to play, then I'd play.
He wanted to meet up and go together, so we did. For some reason, he decided to talk about Jeremy Lin on the train and all the way to the courts. He already knew my stance on him - I thought he was at least decent because he took the Knicks on that winning streak when Carmelo, Stoudemire and Baron were out. He claimed that Jeremy Lin was the worst point guard of all time due to his turnovers, and that Patrick Mills was better. He even admitted that he didn't like Jeremy Lin because he was over-hyped. I asked if he didn't like the fact that he was over-hyped because he was Asian, and he said yes. Then I put to him that he thougth Patrick Mills should be supported because he was Australian and he said yes.
As we left the station and waited to cross the road, I said Jeremy Lin was a good investment, because he was paid the minimum yet generated all this income for the Knicks and the NBA. I said it was like buying a share worth one cent and watching it go up to a dollar, and he just said "that's a shit analogy". If you were watching, you could see my body language change. I crossed my arms and walked and didn't say anything. I couldn't wait until I saw Jim so I could have a whinge. Then he said something like "I bet you're thinking about going to talk to Jim and not me when we get there".
I really couldn't stand him.
We played Knights. They consisted mainly of short stubby guys. There was one black kid who was lightning quick. I remember I was trying to guard him in the backcourt, sliding my feet, and he just blew past me, making me look (and feel) like a pensioner. Damn.
We won the game pretty easily. Bo annoyed me again - he had an inbounds pass on the base line, and I was close to him on the wing. I told Mike to set me a screen and he did, so I was wide open. He doesn't even see me and throws it to the three point line where it gets intercepted. Seriously, what the fuck? How many times has he done that now, where he turns the ball over on a base line inbounds pass?
So A played his first game with us, he turned out an alright performance, but he still seems to hang around the three point line instead of going in. We had like eight guys (me, Bo, Nick who was sick as well, Jim, A, big Alex, Mike, and Dunnycan) so I don't even know why I needed to pay.
After the game I asked A for a lift, but he was apparently going to his in-laws which was around the area. Nick drove but because he has a ute, he can only fit one person, which each time defaults to Bo (I swear this has something to do with race, but that's another topic for another day).
I said I was happy to walk to the station, but Nick and Bo said I should jump into the ute. I said no and just walked, and then they literally drove next to me all the way down the road. It wasn't just that, but they were trying to joke with things like "hey babe, wanna get in the car?" and trying to grab me. I know they were trying to joke around, but I just felt like being left alone, so that really made things worse for me in terms of Bo.
I decided to see how fast I could run as a way of speeding up this painful journey, so asked them to see my speed as I ran next to the car. Apparently I got up to 22km/h with my bag on, which I didn't think was bad.
When I was on the train, I thought about how things tonight had just increased my likelihood of retiring from the Sunday comp after this season. Of course, I'll think about it during the break, but I wondered to myself how much more of Bo can I take?
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