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Auto response from StrikeoutK (2:19:44 PM): team arf has game.
That's right. Today a detachment from team arf played in some church's basketball tournament in Alameda at some gym located on naval base grounds. Chester, Nick, Kevin, and I woke up bright and early at 7:15 AM and rolled out around 8:00. Eventually we made it, and it was pretty crowded. I estimate at least 150 players and another 100 spectators. Pretty much as soon as we arrived, we started warm ups and did our stretches. During the car ride there, we listened to both Linkin Park albums to wake/pump up.

First game was a tough one. It was against a black team who had one white guy who could shoot the lights out. Basically, I'll just say we lost because of the early time and not actually being warm enough to play. We won the next three games in a row to be seeded second for the playoffs, but the other side of the bracket was stacked, and we made a first round exit. =\ We finished either 6th or 7th out of 14. Pretty damn good. I'm proud of us, even though we didn't come out on top.

Some few highlights now. I'm glad to report that 3 of 4 plays we personally designed for this tournament worked in the games. That's quite impressive right there. Kevin started off slow, but eventually came around to his dominating form, averaging like 10 rebounds a game or something. Tom hit some of his plays designed for him, and went balls out by putting his body in harms way going to the rim. As he went for a layup, he got fouled up top while being undercut, causing him to slam into the wall. He ended up cutting his arm, hitting his head against the wall, and twisting (or spraining) his ankle to a grapish purple. Ouch. Hope you're not on the IL for too long. I didn't get a boatload of playing time, so I didn't get that many shots off, but I hit some of them, and played my role.

Now the MVP Chester. He did a little bit of everything for the team. Besides making plays happen and making his shots like he always does, he played great d, by getting a lot of steals and rebounds. He even grunted when going up for the rebound once, and I think it scared the defender a little bit, haha. My personal highlight was a play where I had the ball on the elbow and Chester came to set the screen. I drove the opposite direction of the screen, dusted the guy that was guarding Chester, beat my man, and went towards the basket, only to find the weak side rotation. I jumped up, got two defenders in the air, found the seam, and underhanded a pass to Kevin who put it in for the easy layup.

I think after playing the four games, teams started to respect us. I'm pretty sure on first look, we don't look too impressive. On average we give up a lot of size. Most obviously height, but bulkiness and mass as well. Everyone not named Kevin on our team constantly gave up like 20-30-40+ pounds to the people we were guarding. Even the black team we lost to in the morning respected us afterwards, in part because we beat the team that beat them. Now that's impressive. I'm confident that we'd beat them if we played them again. There was a CV team that we all wanted to play against, for different individual reasons, but we didn't get matched up. Now that sucked bigtime. I was looking forward to it.

Okay so not everything was positive today. There was another (CV) team there that we (team arf) have a rivalry with. We always play these guys at the rec, and for the most part we're on friendly terms with them. We had a game against these guys, and right from the start we knew there was going to be some contact. As time went on the play just got more physical and a lot tougher. Everybody in one way or another complained about the contact, but at the same time everybody continued playing the same way. At one point I had to play in a dishonest and unclean manner. I felt kinda bad because all of us have known the guy for a long time. However, things were rough and I do have a responsibility to my team. Of courese this was one of the teams we beat.

Now I've talked before about a guy who always complains and whines and plays like a complete pansy, and he was on this team we played. At one point he told us to just shutup and play. What the hell? When I heard that I confronted his candy ass by getting in his face and asked if he had a problem. He walked past me and asked me what I was going to do about it, with his back facing me. What a damn pansy. I swear I have this feeling where one day he's going to step up and say one word too many, and end up leaving with a broken nose or a fractured jaw. Or both, even. Last time we played, Gerald already wanted to "pound his ass." In a non-gay way. Duh.

After leaving the gym we went to chinatown and walked around streetfest for a while. Strolled past different booths selling food, upholstery, newspapers, religion, and other goods. Then we settled down at a Chinese restaurant for dinner. Two dollar meals and dollar drink specials. Not bad if I say so myself.

There weren't that many cute girls to look at the whole day. Not what I expected. We did however, gyp Willy, haha.

I am pretty damn tired.

StrikeoutK (7:41:01 PM): you bastard
StrikeoutK (7:41:12 PM): then we'd know all of HER friends
StrikeoutK (7:41:23 PM): then you could help me out

[19:42] chester: that was like me tryin to convert everyone to curry

ShrimpSiumai (7:41:28 PM): you want to date a birthday cake face?
No way.

[23:05] does coming mean anything?

[23:38] p and sb will provide the elderly leadership in the everlong quest for pr0n

[00:04] gerald: he's even pansy to the pansy
[00:04] gerald: thats super pansy