First things first, lets have a look at the uniforms that we donned for the first time tonight.
The logo in black is designed by the Brendan 'Macca; McCarthy. Drunk Chubby Jordan fits us all a lot better than his fitter, more athletic Nike counterpart.
So, on to the game. Well perhaps I should set the tone a little first. See everyone of us had been keener than mustard to play each week, and we were all even keener to get the uniforms as well. So after the uniforms arrived last Wednesday, desire to get on the court had reached an all time high. It culminated with the inspiring email to end all inspiring emails this morning from the Fat man, Troy.
Now it got me fairly emotional, so I'll just give you the short version. Basically, as we now had our uniforms, and we are approaching Anzac Day we had a similar situation of the brave men of history. We were to don uniforms and head into battle against an unknown and relentless foe. But if we listened to the 'Space Jam' sound track, and harnessed the spirit of our brave diggers, we'd be sure to prevail. Suffice to say. I was pumped!
Arriving at the stadium at the supposed time of a 6pm tip-off, I was 'miffed' to discover that our game time had been moved to 7:40pm. I'll save you the quick maths quiz, those times are not close together. But Troy came to the fore again and noted that like the Anzacs arrived on the wrong beach, we had arrived at the wrong time, and this was a positive omen!
The game finally commenced! And our opposition were a mix of one 30 year old dude, a solid 18 year old rep player, and a mix of u18 guys who really didn't know how to play that well. But they started like a house on fire and we were tied at 8 all after a few minutes. And that was as close as it got.
There were a couple of reasons for our rampage tonight. One, we're better than them, by virtue of our height alone. Two, they pissed me and Troy off by being more physical than they ever needed to be. We're there to play for fun and hangout with mates, and trash talk ourselves more than the opposition. But some people don't like that. There are a couple of ways to go about stopping that. Play hard and fair being the preferred option. Being ass clowns and trying to push us around is the least preferred method, yet it seems to be the one that most jerks will adopt in a hope of getting back into the game.
This team were jerks. Second half seemed to really kick things up a notch. Us scoring 8 points in the first 30 seconds definitely did not help calm them down. So by the time the 30yo dude flopped on the ground when Troy caught a pass and I commented that he 'Must have been hit in the vagina to go down that hard' things had reached the point of no return.
And here came my shining moment. I took a rebound. A little aggressive punk with spacers in his ears, after pushing Troy in the back moments before, decided to slap me in the face in an attempt to get the ball. The ball came loose and no foul was called. I'm a regular basketball 'vigalante' and have been known to take the law into my own hands before. I embraced the my inner 'Robin Hood' and turned to see the kid keep the ball inbounds. He turned towards me, and I could tell that he was intent on trying to score on me. The percentage of this happening was likely in the single figure range. He dribbled towards me, I squared my shoulders and put my feet shoulder width apart. He faked one way with his dribble, I put my hands in the air, and he crossed over and came back towards the basket. The ball was picked up, he took a step towards the basket. And here is where shit got REAL. I braced for impact, and I may have lowered my shoulder slightly. He took his second step. And that's where it stopped for me. But it got painful for him. He flew backwards, after hitting my chest straight on. He landed on his back and the ball bounced out of bounds.
Now I got called for the foul. And that was deserved. The funny bit is that he was on his way to make a layup, and it wasn't called a shooting foul. I'd say that was another win for the good guys!
The game finished 56 - 20. The boys of Muy Bueno are now 3-1 on their way to glory. And todays player of the match would have to go to James P Warren. 10 points, multiple rebounds, and a couple of steals if my memory serves me correctly.
Onwards and upwards my friends!
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