Post Game Wrap Up
The game started slow for us, very slow, we couldn't make shots and we turned the ball over to much. We were down 12 early and things weren't looking good. As usual the sophmores were being littled bitches and calling stupid fouls.
Then we made a strong comeback we really picked up our game and took the lead, the sidlines were intense me and Bundy were coaching on the bench and we were tied at half. Then Hill stepped in. The entire game both sides, but mostly the sophmores, had been bitching about calls so Hill made everyone on our sidelines be quiet. It took the fire out of our team and we got timid like we had been at the begining of the game.
Dirk and Hummer continued to dominate the rebounds, but they couldn't finish, and no one on our team could shoot. Phil scored a lot, but turned the ball over and traveled just as much. I couldn't make a shot for my life the entire game, so with Kubas gone we had no outside shot.
They took the lead early in the second half. We Kept it close until the last 5 minutes then they kind of pulled away.
Final score 69-60 Sophmores
My Reasons Why We Lost:
1. Way to many turnovers
2. Missing easy inside shots
3. Lost our momentum after Hill talked to us and they basically got permission to call gay fouls.
4. Lack of Communication on defense
5. Me being complete trash from behind the arc, 0-4
6. Kubas getting poisoned by the punk sophmores, they were scared that he would pull another play like he did last time. We needed his ability to shoot the ball.
7. Max not being there for moral support
8. Lack of coach K. If he had been there to give a pre-game and halftime speech we wouldn't have come out so sluggish.
9. The REAL reason- Josh Johnson not only wore a sleevless underarmor shirt instead of the mustache shirt, but he also wore black shorts over black tights.
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I did however have one amazing play. I'll get a highlight reel mad (Not that we've had many highlights on film) and make a link to it, maybe over the weekend.
Hill didn't talk to us, and the Wankstas were whining about all sorts of fouls, including one where I was tripped and knocked a kid over.
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