From a temp.txt file:

Friday some of us played basketball. The first game we played I wanted to win, but we didn't. The second game I really wanted to win, but again we didn't. I felt pretty bad after losing those two games to that other team, not only cuz it's a loss, but because I wanted to win for someone else.

Pregame quote:

charles: watch out for jerry, he's the shooter.
tom: jerry's the shooter?!
me: i'm flattered, charles.
charles: shooter in the sense he takes a lot of shots and misses them. just like with women.

Oh I love smack talk on the court.

Game 3 some more people came, and our group got split up. Tom and Jhermaine joined with a three some, and played the newcomers. They lost. So I told our two that lost that I'd get it back for them. our team, you ask? 1.5 ball handlers in Will and I, and 2.5 big men in Gerald, Kevin, and Nick. We were pretty much getting ran off the court, falling behind 2-8 in a 12 point game. Well, after my last two failures I wasn't about to three and out. At one point, our come back began. Finally a second agressive inside man arrived in Gerald going to the hole for a couple scores. Then I decided to step up and take over the game to help our team some more:

First offensive trip down the court:
I hit trey number one.
me: uh oh

Second o-trip:
charles: you just hit one, i have to respect you now.
[he plays up defense]
I hit trey number two.

Following defensive trip:
me: don't give me respect. just play the game.

Third o-trip:
[Charles closes out even closer]
Trey number three.

Psyched up and wanting to show everyone what I just did, I yell coming back down the court for about 5 seconds.

After some more battling back and forth, the score is tied 12-12. Then I decided we've been messing around too much.

Trey number four to win the game. All four from the right wing. I start doing a touchdown style stroll back down the other end of the court. Game over. Losers please vacate the court.

Sorry for failing the first two (more important) games.

Anyways, just a thought:

I fail to understand why some people don't get emotional when playing. It's supposed to be if you're up, you feel good, and when you're down, you feel bad. Of course when you're leading you can joke and smile and laugh and all that good stuff, but when you're getting ran off the court it's time to put the game face on. Playing one on one defense is the ultimate display of your skill against your opponents. Aren't you upset when the man you're guarding just beat you? Don't you get pissed off when you try your best and still get owned? Does it feel good to know that your man just did something better? Isn't it a horrible feeling to just get dunked on? For me, getting beat by an outside jay is alright, because some luck is involved, but when someone of comparable skill beats me off the first step and goes to the hole is just personally embarrasing, and pisses me off. I'm not saying take it personally and knock out the guy, but try to get them back for what they just did to you. Just play with some emotion, is all I ask. It's not just a matter of going out and playing for the hell of it when it's against other people. Kind of like everything else in life, you practice and work on things for when you really need them. Since none of us are playing NBA or NCAA ball, our trips to the rec and gyms against other people have to be our testing ground. Of course if they're showboating with extra, unnecessary moves or some fancy crap, you have my permission to throw an elbow or give a back check. Only if you think our group can take on their group, though. Oh.

Kind of semi-related, I'd never flaunt anything except when I'm on the court/field, haha. I will never consciously "show off" my girlfriend. I just want all of you to know that. All of you boyfriends/girlfriends that do that can kiss my ass.

Now in a semi-related matter to the paragraph above. Ken's latest recon might as well been toilet paper, because that's all it was good for. Completely off base. It's okay thought, I can't have correct information all the time now. Just don't let it happen again.