Timing

Two of my favorite experiences happened in the same basketball game.

First, notice #4 on the red team--just behind me with the bald head.  He has the look of "we're down 15 points and I need to block that shot." He never stood a chance, so he tried to undercut me on my way back down.  No harm done, but that's just playing dirty.

"Don't undercut me, 4"

"What are you going to do about it, expletive?"  The game was getting heated.  Plenty of pushing, trash-talking, the works.

4 dribbles down the court, crosses his man over, and goes up for the shot.  And there I am, waiting patiently.  It was probably one of the sweetest blocks of my life--not necessarily because it looked good, but because the timing was so perfect! 

"That's why you don't undercut me!"


Oh.  And the second experience?

We won the game--and the coveted intramural t-shirt.