Ng, Liao, Huang, Higa and I played in a 3 v 3 charity bball tourney. If this classic dunk by Vince Carter over some euro were our game, we were the euro. We lost 2-9, 4-9. Totally dominated.
The first team had two girls on their team. They took one look at us, laughed and then promptly dispatched us before we had a chance to check the ball. It was quick and embarassing.
The second game was barely better. Bobbles and Higa put us ahead 3-0 right out of the gates. Then the other team decided it was time to play with their eyes open. I guarded their big man, who really wasn’t that big, maybe 6′, 180lb. He enjoyed boxing me out underneath the rim and showing me how big his ass was. That got old real quick so I wedged my knee up his butt but that just seemed to make him back his thang up even more.
We were probably the first team to leave the gym. The long walk of shame to the car gave me time to reflect on how much we suck at bball compared to those monsters and where I could possibly score some HGH so that it might be possible for us to compete with them next year.
At least we won both our “rock, paper, scissors” game to see who gets the ball first using Ng’s amazing strategy. Indeed, the tourney wasn’t a total loss. Yay!