GAME 1: ADLA vs CLC SPORTS
Summary: I got a rebound last night in the third quarter, lowered my shoulder to draw contact before going back up and the dude just stood there, I literally bounced off him five feet and fell to the floor. Hit the shot though, my ego demands my fingers to type. My only one make, reality dictates. 0-3 up ’til then magnified by the grammy award winning sharp shooter we recruited but whom is now shaming me with his eyes for taking shots on my own team. Got to the line once, and I think only because my friend from high school is refereeing the games. I made 1 of 2, average as f*@k. We got blown out once the 3’s stopped falling and the defense never started. Why am I doing this? I’m 44 years old. What hole is this filling?
My son plays on this same floor in his league. He came to my game and didn’t say sh!t to me on the car ride home. He could have very well said Dad, perhaps day drinking and night balling isn’t the best for your anything, but he didn’t. Because he was eyes down on his tablet, fully engaged and welcomed by me, selfishly in hopes for me, that an ep of Johnny Test will give him just enough brain scramble to erase the memory of how sh!tty his dad was in Game 1 of The Invitational Basketball League.
Brian McKnight can drain open 3’s. Brian McKnight Jr. is an all around stud, dunked twice in garbage time.
Mr. Adam was better than me. Dennis Hackney deferred too much.
David Boscoe said “I sucked tonight.” I still don’t know if it was him or me he was referreing to. — brent ‘burbs