Well I must apologise that its been a little while since I last posted and I think that theres actually been 3 games. But I was busy getting over netball nationals and my little ankle injury, and then returning to work.
So here goes a quick catch up.
Game 5 v Zoltans
Here was another team that had 1 good players and then 7 guys with no idea. As a result, they again adopted the douche method of playing physical to negate their lack of ability.
Highlights of the game (from a hazy memory) include:
- Me getting an offensive foul for 'NBA Jamming' a rebound and swinging my
elbow in a dweebs face.
- Their only player that could shoot getting ejected for calling the ref a "F*ckwit" after he called a Tech on Fat!
We were missing our floor General, Podge, and I was still limited in mobility because of the ankle. So we got the win, but it was something like 38 - 21. Not high scoring by any means.
Our record was now 4-1
Game 6 v White Stag
We had the full compliment back in action tonight so the boys were quietly confident. I however was not. This was the first time coming up against my old friend, Stuart "I can shoot from anywhere" Murray. Once in a club game back in u18's, Muz hit 13 3's in one game. 13. I'm not kidding. And FYI - he hasn't forgotten how to shoot!
After 8 minutes, we were down 21 - 12. I remember it because the scores looked the same back to front.
We went in to half time down only 5, yet the difference had been out to 14 at one stage.
Since the first game loss, this was the first time we had been down at the break. Shit was getting serious. We even talked tactics. It was pretty much "Don't leave that guy open on the 3 point line!". But it worked.
We got back in the game by closing out on shooters and taking the ball inside.
We took the win 65-54 in the end. And I swear Muz had 40 of those points for them!
5-1 baby!
So now we come to what I can only call a statement game.
The whole idea of me coming back and playing with my mates, is that I wanted to
have some fun, keep fit and not have to run around outside like in Oztag. So while I have still been scoring my share of points, rebounding and defending, I
have really enjoyed getting all the other boys involved as well.
Then someone decided to scratch me in the face. And say that I was a 'diving c*nt' for getting scratched and for the ref calling that a foul.
Game 7 v Brick Show
Another game where I knew and had played against one of the dudes in the other team. I hated his team when we were in juniors and probably played some of my best ever games against them because they got me fired up all the time. But Nick isn't a bad guy. I just don't tend to like the teams he plays in. And I thought maybe times had changed.
After the first attempted basket by them, where I was "boxed out" by a 5'7 dude
who proceeded to try to jam his elbow into my armpit to complete said box out, I
knew that times hadn't really changed.
I scored 9 of our first 11 points. And we were up 11-0 at this point.
I'll skip ahead to where things got interesting, but I will let you know that the
game continued in the same vein as that first box out. It was a tough game, I won't
deny it.
So we have about 4:37 to go. After half time (where we were only up 4), they
scored the first 6 points, but we had managed to get out to about a 5 point lead again. I said to the boys in a time out, that we needed to keep taking it into the
paint. So straight away, Podge and I ran a pick and roll and I took it to the basket.
Two guys collapsed on me for the drive, and both reached for the ball as I started
to go up. One got my arm, the other my face, scratching me under the chin. The whistle blew. The basket went in. 1 free throw was called.
It looks small, but it's the principal of the mater. Dudes don't scratch.
So I'm getting High 5's from the boys and walking back to the free throw line. And "old mate" who had scratched my face says "You'd sell your mother to get a foul called you diving c*nt". I just looked at him, turned around, and bricked my free throw. We were up 7.
I got a steal on their next possession. Podge was screaming for me to slow it down.
But I wasn't having it. Ball to the floor, I drove and dished to Fat for the easy lay
up. 9 point game.
Now here is where it gets FUN!
Old mate comes back down the court. About 3:30 left in the game. I'm defending at the top of the zone with Podge. Old mate comes on my side, I reach for the ball, knock it loose. He takes a step, grabs the ball, dives on the ground and slides about a metre. Whistle blows - "TRAVEL". Our ball.
I inbound, run a curl cut, and get the ball on the wing. Pass to Waz, who puts a shot up, misses, Troy gets the rebound and puts it back in. 11 point game. I trash talk old mate. I say something like "My mother didn't pay for the last 4 points, yet we're still winning playboy!". And I run back down the court.
We run a couple of switches in our zone, and I drop into one of the bottom positions. Old mate comes across the free throw line, crosses over and turns towards the basket.
"This is going to be good" I think to myself. About 1:20 left.
He steps under Fat, takes one more dribble, collects the ball and jumps. I jump. We meet about 2 feet out from the basket, Fat knocks the ball loose. Seeing my chance to block him disappearing, I bring both of my arms down. HARD. One meets the top of his head, one on his left shoulder. I keep bringing my arms down. HARD. His body starts to fold in a way
that the grunt of pain he emits, tells me that he is not enjoying. We land. Me upright with my arms wrapped around the human ball, him contorted in a ball shape. I expect a whistle. Everyone does. Fat is standing there holding the ball. I let go of Old mate. No whistle. He turns to the ref and says "He just took my head off!". Still no whistle. I take off up the court calling for the ball. Fat is still confused. Old mate swipes the ball. *Whistle*. The ref gives us the ball back.
From this point it got chippy. We both scored another basket each. But the game was done.
We won 67-56. And that guy knows that he shouldn't scratch me again, or drive when I am in the key.
6-1
Until next week campers!
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