For those of you following my intramural basketball season, and I know there are several of you who sincerely enjoy giggling about a middle-aged male bragging about hoops played with students who could be his sons, it is with a little bit of embarrassment and some hesitation that I post this game summary provided by our captain the morning after the game. While I open myself to ridicule, I realize that I have opened this story and must follow it to its playoff conclusion. Plus, my kids are having a snow day and I'm finding little else to do.
Holy crap!!!!!!!! What a game last night!!!!!! If you didn't make it, you missed a good one.
The other team had a couple of players who were on fire from 3 point land. They couldn't miss. So, at the half we were down 33-24.
The second half is when the Jerry show kicked in. Jerry couldn't make a thing in the first half and just the opposite in the second half. Also in the second half, Whitehead was a beast down low. He was getting rebounds and put backs left and right.
At the end of regulation, the score was tied 64-64. On to overtime.
In overtime, they make another 2 quick 3 pointers. After a couple of Jerry 3's and a 2 pointer we are tied at 72. With 25 seconds left they dribble down and hold the ball for the last shot. With about 16 seconds, they drive the lane and I think Whitehead stripped the ball and then POUNCED on it like a man who was hungry for a win. They called a jump ball and we had the possession arrow. So with about 14 seconds left, Jerry got the inbound and dribbled up the court. They had 3 maybe 4 guys guarding Jerry who got stuck in the corner. Jerry found Bill open, who passed it to me. With about 6 seconds to go, I was getting ready to launch a 3 pointer, when I saw Whitehead all by himself under the basket. Passed it to him, he makes the layup. They miss a desperation half courter. Game over. HELL YEAH!!!!!
I'm very tired today.
Note: If this is my mid-life crisis, it is relatively harmless.
Note #2: I was the guy that the other team felt they could leave wide open at the end of the game (for a least 4 seconds, I was wide, wide open right next to the basket ... avoiding the lane and the 3 seconds call). Have you ever been that guy? It's not a great feeling.
