what yo momma gave ya

vanilla thunder has moved on (at least semi-permanently), but the game goes on. the first sunday a.v.t. consisted of enough to run, but was largely uneventful. perhaps my memory has faded because my teams got beasted- that'd be the logical assumption, anyway.

in week two a.v.t., i realized that i could use a 60+ pound and couple-inch advantage to get some easy baskets (or draw a ton of fouls). after a game and a half of decently-matched and exhausting 4-on-4, i was too tired to run around so i started posting up my man to great effect. after a couple of back-down dribbles and a pivot move that wouldn't quite get me square to the hoop, i could at least get close enough to toss up a shot and still have position to rebound the misses (which were surprisingly rare). this "strategy" worked a couple of times at the end of the second game and what felt like every time down in the third rubber game. it actually became the team's explicit strategy in that third game. how often does anyone get a play run for them in these games?!?


it had been so long since i really tried to work somebody on the post, i had forgotten how good it feels to be able to body someone up and mow him over. to be able to do something that requires minimal skill and only a moderate level determination (although admittedly, much more determination than i've had in a long time), but requires some decided physical advantage (in this case, a huge ass), activated some primal part of my brain. and after I made the winning layup in "overtime" on a backdoor cut and a perfect pass from BL, it roared.