Saturday, January 24, 2009
The True Meaning of Basketball
It's about being a gloryhound. I should know. Two weeks ago as the first half was ticking to a close in the Carrollton v. Glenmont game, I took a pass at the elbow, cut inside, adjusted my shot to avoid the uber-athletic defender coming off the wing, and, to quote Hot Rod Hundley, "with a gentle push and a mild arc, the cowhide globe hit home" right as the buzzer sounded. Granted, it just beat the first half buzzer. But a buzzer was beaten and beaten soundly.
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Did you dribble-drive, hippity hop? I haven't dared check out the ward b-ball up here yet. I'm typically scared to death, but word on the street is that there are no refs... which, strangely, I think might lower the chance of violence.
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