I know this really isn’t going to pertain to the lot of you (internet users) but it will likely pertain to the few of you (people that actually see this blog).
Last night, my intramural basketball team was pitted against PBA, the No. 1 seed in the playoffs. The Blazers (my team) were seeded No. 4, and had already advanced to the semifinal round after beating the No. 5 seed, Dunder Mifflin, in the opening round. Now, an immense volume of discussion about the intramural basketball season has been going on since long before the season started, and it continues to be an intensely debated topic at the middle table in the cafeteria. More smack has been talked than is sold in a month over on University Ave. in downtown Riverside. I can think of at least four teams that would swear that they are the best in the league, regardless of what has happened to their records en route to the playoffs, and given that all their team members show up (hint: ours is one, PBA is another). After my team started 5-0, we were all anxiously waiting for our only shot at playing PBA, as we didn’t have a regular season game scheduled with them. We were hoping it would be to decide the championship. Unfortunately we got away from our game plan, got into a bit of a psychological funk, and dropped our last two games headed into the post season. That is the long and/or short version of how we ended up in the semifinal last night.
At the end of the first half, we led by four points, and we had been playing great defense. We were inside their main big man’s head, limiting their best guard, who is also their most athletic and experienced player, to just a couple of buckets, and playing great defense. Unfortunately, as far as I can tell, a foul was attributed to me that I didn’t actually commit, and henceforth, I had to sit as the game clock read somewhere near 5:00 left to play in the first half. I sat until about 5:00 into the second, and came in as we were now trailing by two points, thanks to a couple of easy buckets by the aforementioned athletic guard.
Once I came back in, I started to play the experienced point guard role and started working the ball to my teammates in spots that they like to score from, and dribble penetrating to create looks for Cory, our main threat from inside. Suddenly, within a couple of minutes, we had gained the lead and stretched it to six points. I was feeling so stoked, thinking, “we just turned this game around, we are in control, and we are going to win, as long as we keep moving the ball and getting good looks…” On the very next defensive stand, that very same athletic guard drove through three guys on his way to the hole, so I slid to the side and went straight for the ball. The ref blew the whisle and called a reach which may or may not have been legit. I immediately apologized to my teammates for the stupidity of that manuever and proceeded to head back to the bench. I was hoping beyond all hope that we had gathered enough momentum to stay in the lead until I could get back on the floor. Unfortunately, we hadn’t. We started to stand and watch the ball, forgot to pass nd move, and stopped communicating on defense. Once those three things had happened, a swing was inevitable, and I sat there writhing on the bench in between spurts of standing and screaming about defense and rebounding. I came back in with about four minutes to go, but at this point we were down too far. PBA started holding the ball and burning clock and we were done.
There has been some talk of a third place game tonight at six o’clock but no one is sure if those sissies from Fired Up are actually down to play or not (just kidding ladies). That’s about it, I’ve already re-hashed this game close to ten times, and I’m really not mad about it anymore. There were a few minutes when I wanted to elbow their big man in the back of the dome, but fortunately, cooler heads prevailed.
MOST LIKELY TO:
win the ’08 LSU intramural championship – PBA
win the ’09 LSU intramural championship – The Blazers Vol. II
not show up to play tonight – Fired Up
finally meet the end of their Davidson-like playoff run – Ryan Hahn’s team
drop 25+ on Ryan’s team – Shawn
not have any idea what this is about – most people