I don't usually post mid-week in anticipation of the church, but this ESPN piece got me thinking about our cast of Sunday morning characters. We've got them all and then some...
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Last Game? Nope.
Church of the Hardwood broke a record for most games on a Sunday morning today. Seven games were played, all won by a dynasty. I went 0-4 on the day and felt like the game was passing me by. Opie schooled me in all phases of the game and I went like 2-13 from the field. Had one clean block of the A-Train, which he called as a foul.
"Fucking bullshit," I cried out, unable to control my emotions.
No more calls from the A-Train all day long. I think I shamed him with my outburst but not my shot blocking skills.
Speaking of shot blocking, I got swatted by at least three different players. That can mean only one thing: I have no ups. What happened? I used to be able to grab the rim and dunk on some goals.
As I said, the game is passing me by.
I said this would be my farewell game, and Ricardo showed up in street clothes and a broken hand to wish me well.
It wasn't my final game: just a ploy to get more folks down to the church.
"Fucking bullshit," I cried out, unable to control my emotions.
No more calls from the A-Train all day long. I think I shamed him with my outburst but not my shot blocking skills.
Speaking of shot blocking, I got swatted by at least three different players. That can mean only one thing: I have no ups. What happened? I used to be able to grab the rim and dunk on some goals.
As I said, the game is passing me by.
I said this would be my farewell game, and Ricardo showed up in street clothes and a broken hand to wish me well.
It wasn't my final game: just a ploy to get more folks down to the church.
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