Kainan: quarter-finals won!
Was messaging Erica last night, which seemed, for me, to end on a bit of a sour note. It was like 1am so I said "talk tomorrow" meaning, goodnight in other words. I don't think she got it because she said "again..talk..me very tired". So then I said "ok then, no talk" and went offline.
She sent me a SMS saying "ha ha ha. you very real bad.."
I guess I am just looking for any small thing as an out here.
No surprise then that this morning I woke up feeling a bit drowsy. I managed to get to the courts at 9am nonetheless, an hour before game time. Jim was also there and we shot around and played around the world (I got thrashed). He again complained to me about the others throwing the ball too far ahead for him on fastbreaks, and I kinda got the feeling he just wasn't running fast or hard enough, so I asked if he could expect a bad pass as I have never seen a pass go short. He didn't have much to say to that.
Alex Z arrived later, and then everyone else started coming. I was feeling a bit nervous, wondering how the game would unfold.
Starting five was me, One, Alex Z, Mike and Bert, with Jim and MJ on the bench. Isaac missed the match due to True Grit. Before I knew it, it was tip off time already. Alex Z won the tip and managed to get it directly to one of us. The other team hit some long jump shots and even a three to get out to an early lead. Soon, we were facing a seven point deficit.
Is this how it ends? Has our luck run out here? Are we doomed?
I hit a jump shot with some guy jumping at me and thought there should've been a foul, but whatever.
We looked a bit old and sluggish in the first half, and reached halftime still with the seven point deficit. I decided I hadn't gotten out on any fastbreaks so needed to do that more. So when I took the ball up in the second half, I tried to rush it up the court, which worked sometimes because the other team hadn't set their D yet to double/triple team Alex Z so managed to get the ball to him to score.
I managed to get a steal and run up for a fastbreak, only to airball the lay up, but caught it again, and passed it off to someone else who got fouled shooting. The other team was calling for a travel, and I quietly subbed off thinking I got away with one.
We had made our run and slowly crept back into the game. I hit a jumper in some guy's face which put us up by one and we never looked back since. We played really good D and ran the transition offense a lot more, and ended up winning the game by nine points. I even blocked a three point attempt at the buzzer.
I was pretty damn happy, but that was constrained only by the knowledge that it wasn't over and we still had to win the Grand Final. But it was still a pretty damn good feeling.
Most of us stayed to watch the first half of the next game where the team we just beat will play the winner of this game. Mike, One and I stayed to watch the rest of the game, and then I stayed with Mike to watch the first half of the next game.
She sent me a SMS saying "ha ha ha. you very real bad.."
I guess I am just looking for any small thing as an out here.
No surprise then that this morning I woke up feeling a bit drowsy. I managed to get to the courts at 9am nonetheless, an hour before game time. Jim was also there and we shot around and played around the world (I got thrashed). He again complained to me about the others throwing the ball too far ahead for him on fastbreaks, and I kinda got the feeling he just wasn't running fast or hard enough, so I asked if he could expect a bad pass as I have never seen a pass go short. He didn't have much to say to that.
Alex Z arrived later, and then everyone else started coming. I was feeling a bit nervous, wondering how the game would unfold.
Starting five was me, One, Alex Z, Mike and Bert, with Jim and MJ on the bench. Isaac missed the match due to True Grit. Before I knew it, it was tip off time already. Alex Z won the tip and managed to get it directly to one of us. The other team hit some long jump shots and even a three to get out to an early lead. Soon, we were facing a seven point deficit.
Is this how it ends? Has our luck run out here? Are we doomed?
I hit a jump shot with some guy jumping at me and thought there should've been a foul, but whatever.
We looked a bit old and sluggish in the first half, and reached halftime still with the seven point deficit. I decided I hadn't gotten out on any fastbreaks so needed to do that more. So when I took the ball up in the second half, I tried to rush it up the court, which worked sometimes because the other team hadn't set their D yet to double/triple team Alex Z so managed to get the ball to him to score.
I managed to get a steal and run up for a fastbreak, only to airball the lay up, but caught it again, and passed it off to someone else who got fouled shooting. The other team was calling for a travel, and I quietly subbed off thinking I got away with one.
We had made our run and slowly crept back into the game. I hit a jumper in some guy's face which put us up by one and we never looked back since. We played really good D and ran the transition offense a lot more, and ended up winning the game by nine points. I even blocked a three point attempt at the buzzer.
I was pretty damn happy, but that was constrained only by the knowledge that it wasn't over and we still had to win the Grand Final. But it was still a pretty damn good feeling.
Most of us stayed to watch the first half of the next game where the team we just beat will play the winner of this game. Mike, One and I stayed to watch the rest of the game, and then I stayed with Mike to watch the first half of the next game.
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