August 30, 2004
Not Only Did We Lose The Quads...
... but the league forgot to bring the trophies to the game so I didn't get my damn trophy today! Why do I need the trophy anyway? Nobody ever sees it but me. Nobody even cares but me.
I may have a slight case of trophyphilia.
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More on losing... the team we played against were playing a 3-2 zone on us because they had really tall big men so they didn't have to worry about us driving the lane all that much. Now I don't expect my team to read defenses automatically. Most people can't unless they played serious organized ball. So I made it a point to let them know, and to tell them how to better attack it: Keep two guys up to flank the middle guy in the 3-2 (he was playing up, which also left the foul line area wide open). Everyone nodded like they understood, but we kept bring the ball right up the damn middle. It was frustrating to say the least. And even though the foul line was wide open, nobody cut to that spot more than twice in the game.
We could have beaten this damn team. We could have run them out the building, but they limited that with their superior rebounding. I can live with that. One of there dudes was 6'8" for chrissakes. But still, we shouldn't have let them get their defenses set. We were successful when we were attacking, but if we let them get back into their 3-2 we got stuck.
That being said, even with those flaws, if our outside shots were falling we would have won. Unfortunately none of us got into any kind of rhythm. Argh! I hate losing!
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A photo taken on Staten Island today.
"So tell me what it's like?"
"What?"
"The fighting. Annadale."
"First of all it's just 'the dale.' Nobody calls it Annadale here. Second of all I wouldn't know about the fighting so don't ask."
"Why not?"
"I told you not to ask."
