Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:59 pm
yah thats bullSe7en>>Dimension wrote:Xu.Jing wrote:in the end, i ended up with 24 points, 11 blocks, 31 assists and 18 steals, and 8 boards.
Talk about realistic stats.
Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:47 pm
I was playing a regular season game against the Philadelphia 76ers. The game had been close all the way, and Allen Iverson and Tracy McGrady had been having a huge scoring duel.
Anyway, it was the fourth quarter, and with 43 seconds to go I was down by two, and I had just called a timeout. I inbounded to McGrady, who was being guarded by Iverson (actually, I purposely did that, because I figured that if they were both scoring so much, they should guard each other). Anyway, in to T-Mac. For about ten seconds I kept on holding the freestyle button, without releasing it (and therefore dribbling). For ten seconds I tried to go past him, but AI played tough and kept McGrady in front of him. So I called for a pick, but my stupid teammates didn't obey the signal (I hate it when that happens). Yao finally came running over to set a pick, but by that time, there was only 6 seconds left. So around the pick I came. I was trying to go for a game-winning three by isolating the big man (Derrick Coleman in this instance). Experience told me that eventually Coleman would leave T-Mac, and for a split-second he would be open. But for some strange reason, Coleman stuck to T-Mac. T-Mac was on the left wing, and dribbled him over to the top of the key. Finally, with 2 seconds on the shot clock, he switched to Yao, but by that time Iverson was close enough to switch almost instantly. But for one tiny millisecond I was open, so I took the chance and put up a jump shot...and at the same time it bounced off the rim, Iverson fouled T-Mac.
So, 21 seconds left, down by two, T-Mac at the free throw line. He hadn't been shooting well from the line that game (maybe 60%), so I wasn't confident at all. My shaking hands were very sweaty. My first free throw, both of the lines were in the center of the box, so I was fine on that one. But the second I was definitely worried about. One line was a little bit to the left, and another was a little bit above the box. The pit in my stomach got even bigger as I shot it. The ball bounced around a bit, before finally dropping. I felt like I had been through a five-hour ordeal.
But I had another one coming. 21 seconds was a long time, and Iverson was hot. T-out 6ers. The inbounds went to Iverson. He did the usual running-down-the-clock thing, and then...dumped it down to Coleman?! Coleman had been shooting only 4-of-14, but with five seconds left he backed down Yao, and let fly a hook that...wasn't good. With no timeouts left, I didn't have enough time for shot. The game went to overtime, and I had to endure another 5 minutes of agony.
Ok, skip to 10 seconds left in OT, tie game. Here we went again: inbounds to T-Mac, guarded by Allen Iverson. This time I didn't have a whole shot clock to run down. I ran the clock for 5 seconds, then made my. I drove right, pulled up from the right wing from behind the arc, and...it...is...good!
(Whew that was long)
Anyway, it was the fourth quarter, and with 43 seconds to go I was down by two, and I had just called a timeout. I inbounded to McGrady, who was being guarded by Iverson (actually, I purposely did that, because I figured that if they were both scoring so much, they should guard each other). Anyway, in to T-Mac. For about ten seconds I kept on holding the freestyle button, without releasing it (and therefore dribbling). For ten seconds I tried to go past him, but AI played tough and kept McGrady in front of him. So I called for a pick, but my stupid teammates didn't obey the signal (I hate it when that happens). Yao finally came running over to set a pick, but by that time, there was only 6 seconds left. So around the pick I came. I was trying to go for a game-winning three by isolating the big man (Derrick Coleman in this instance). Experience told me that eventually Coleman would leave T-Mac, and for a split-second he would be open. But for some strange reason, Coleman stuck to T-Mac. T-Mac was on the left wing, and dribbled him over to the top of the key. Finally, with 2 seconds on the shot clock, he switched to Yao, but by that time Iverson was close enough to switch almost instantly. But for one tiny millisecond I was open, so I took the chance and put up a jump shot...and at the same time it bounced off the rim, Iverson fouled T-Mac.
So, 21 seconds left, down by two, T-Mac at the free throw line. He hadn't been shooting well from the line that game (maybe 60%), so I wasn't confident at all. My shaking hands were very sweaty. My first free throw, both of the lines were in the center of the box, so I was fine on that one. But the second I was definitely worried about. One line was a little bit to the left, and another was a little bit above the box. The pit in my stomach got even bigger as I shot it. The ball bounced around a bit, before finally dropping. I felt like I had been through a five-hour ordeal.
But I had another one coming. 21 seconds was a long time, and Iverson was hot. T-out 6ers. The inbounds went to Iverson. He did the usual running-down-the-clock thing, and then...dumped it down to Coleman?! Coleman had been shooting only 4-of-14, but with five seconds left he backed down Yao, and let fly a hook that...wasn't good. With no timeouts left, I didn't have enough time for shot. The game went to overtime, and I had to endure another 5 minutes of agony.
Ok, skip to 10 seconds left in OT, tie game. Here we went again: inbounds to T-Mac, guarded by Allen Iverson. This time I didn't have a whole shot clock to run down. I ran the clock for 5 seconds, then made my. I drove right, pulled up from the right wing from behind the arc, and...it...is...good!
(Whew that was long)