I had a game tonight, went down to the stadium 3 hours early because I live far from it, and I was down that way to take care of some business. So I went to the game early instead of going home and then driving back again etc. I played pick up ball for two hours, and it was really hot in there, I think I lost 2 kilos in sweat. Then I rested for an hour, and had my game. I came out sluggish, and was tired. The other team was late, so we didn't start the game till 14 mins left in the first half. (2 twenty minute halfs, refs start the game clock even if you're late) I came in off the bench and played the last 10 mins of the half. Scored 2 points on a put back. Then I tried to be more agressive in the second half and missed four mid-short range jumpers in a row. I was really frustrated.
Midway through the second half we were down 30-36 (I know

) when we made a run (lol) and cut it 35-36... then something strange happened. I drove to the basket (in frustration) and got hacked... missed the layup, but converted both FT's. Then I got an offensive board on the next play, dribbled back out to the top to re-organise things when I found my self open, so I shot a three and hit it. Then next possession I was open on the wing - bang another three. Then I got a layup off an offensive board, followed by another tip in. When I turned around to run back, I did a head check to see where the ball was. The inbounder miscued and threw the ball to me basically! Man sometimes it just goes your way. I dribbled calmly to the three point line, checked my options, then hit another three
In between I managed to get a few boards and 2 blocks. Turns out I went on a 15-2 run by myself!

We ended up winning by about 10 points. After the game, the ref (which called us for a bench tech) walks passed and says "that was bullshit. You played shit all game, then pulled out some shots out of your ass". What a rude bitch he is. I just laughed it off.
My team mate was arguing with the ref half way through the game about a call from the bench. The ref picked up his whistle and said "I can blow it one more time..." threatening to call a tech. Some my team mate says, "I'm sorry, let's just play the game...", and as the ref walks away "...you fucking wanker". Tech!
If it wasn't for another guy on our team hitting 5 or 6 three's for the game and keeping us within reach the whole time, I wouldn't have had a chance to what I did. He had 20 points, damn he can shoot!
Anyways, I'm out. My penis is tired of the measuring

Thank you for reading.