Theeee most amazing and stupifying battle ever witnessed by this guy occurred Saturday between an imposing Kerens squad and a relentless never-say-die Eula Pirate bunch. It was a matchup of opposites: Kerens' players were the epitomy of East Texas basketball- long, tall, athletic and tough with constant boa-constrictor like pressure defense. Eula, on the other hand was shorter, meatier, mediocre athleticly with flatfooted posts who rarely denied the entry pass to their rangier opponents.
The first half was a lesson in how to dominate the floor while opening up a can of Bobcat whoopash. But much like the team's physical disparity, the second half was just enough Eula to squeeze out a miracle...the game was played on the campus of Abilene Christian University, a school with a rich history of devine intervention...and that is the only way this upset was pulled off.
Keren's last second lowpost shot spun around and off the rim and into the hands of the Pirate's best player as the buzzer sounded. The next ten minutes was yet another display of opposites as an ocean of Eula Maroon sunamied onto the man with the ball while Bobcat players lay strewn around the court in visible throes of grief until teammates and mothers lifted them limply onto their feet.
I sat there among the unattached spectators in thrilled disbelief, struggling to make sense of the turnaround we had witnessed.
A hundred miles down the road and I wasn't any closer to a conclusion. The only thing certain was that my wife was thoroughly jaded by my zombi appearance and distant stare. Finally, I had to take solice in the obvious....the experience was further proof for why we play the games.
The first half was a lesson in how to dominate the floor while opening up a can of Bobcat whoopash. But much like the team's physical disparity, the second half was just enough Eula to squeeze out a miracle...the game was played on the campus of Abilene Christian University, a school with a rich history of devine intervention...and that is the only way this upset was pulled off.
Keren's last second lowpost shot spun around and off the rim and into the hands of the Pirate's best player as the buzzer sounded. The next ten minutes was yet another display of opposites as an ocean of Eula Maroon sunamied onto the man with the ball while Bobcat players lay strewn around the court in visible throes of grief until teammates and mothers lifted them limply onto their feet.
I sat there among the unattached spectators in thrilled disbelief, struggling to make sense of the turnaround we had witnessed.
A hundred miles down the road and I wasn't any closer to a conclusion. The only thing certain was that my wife was thoroughly jaded by my zombi appearance and distant stare. Finally, I had to take solice in the obvious....the experience was further proof for why we play the games.