Hitmen softball playoff game was canceled due to bad field conditions. This was great news because I had a playoff basketball game in Chinatown.
December 7th, 2007, 6:15 PM PST @ Alpine Rec Center
NotGuiltyBrand.com dominated this game from the get-go and never looked back. We won by thirty. Not bad for our first playoff game.
Boxscore (I swear I hit at least one three-pointer, whatever we won):
NotGuitly 69, Monkey Baller 42
What a surprising win. We lost by twenty-points on a regular basis in the regular season and decided to win by twenty-points in our first playoff game. Nice.
December 8th, 2007, 12:30 PM PST @ Banning HS
LBC received news that Big Jibri has been banned from all future games for the South Bay Basketball League.
Then we played 5 on 4 (with a 30-point spot) and whooped them 119-77. The only thing I can remember from this game is this one bad player on the other team.
1. He couldn't catch a basketball if his life depended on it.
2. He couldn't dribble a basketball with two hands. I'm not sure if a third hand would of helped.
3. He couldn't shoot. Actually, I lied. He shot a layup and shot it over the backboard. Yes, he shot a layup.
LBC advances to the quarterfinals (first-round bye last week) and will probably play against 10-0 Lights Out.
December 8th, 2007, 6:00 PM PST @ Best Fit Gym
NotGuilty 58, Walnut JL 48
Good mercy, my stats are nasty sucky. I don't even remember shooting 15 times. Now I know why they always send me to the bench first. Bastards.
Besides Grandpa, there was nothing memorable about this game except that the 60 freeway was at a dead-crawl all the way to the Azusa exit. Ridiculous traffic on a Saturday night.
There was this 50-something-year old man that played for Walnut JL. He goes flying if you make even the smallest amount of contact. He went down on this one play trying to box me out for a rebound. I barely touched him and nearly killed him. I blew by him about 20 times and missed the layup every time. Snaps, that explains the 2 for 15.
Anyhow we advance to the Championship game with this win. Walnut JL was 10-0 in the regular season and did not bring their full-squad.
One more thing to report:
Long Beach Poly 13, Crespi 3.
Southern Section CIF Division I Champs.
Lookout for:
Melvin Richardson and Vaughn Telemaque
December 9th, 2007, 11:30 AM PST @ Best Fit Gym
This was a winnable game and we should of been crowned champions but we had to settle for second place.
It was a bad sign from the moment my cell phone rang.
Tuan calls me one hour before my alarm went off (there goes my sleep) and says he can't play in the game because his car wash fun-raiser is no longer rained out. I try to go back to sleep and can't. So I wake up in a grouchy mood and extra hungry. I go to the kitchen in search of some tummy-stuffers. Nothing. So I hit up the dry-food shelves and dig out some cup-noodles. I figured I'd eat two cause I'm so hungry. Two, three, three. That's the number I pound my finger into the microwave keypad. I go start up the car. I pop the second cup in while I eat the first one (I like to pound Sriracha and vinegar, don't do this unless your stomach can handle it) while watching Vince Young get sacked after the Titans recovered a fumble deep in Chargers' territory. Anyhow, I finished my first cup noodle and the second one is ready (after some Sriracha and vinegar, of course). I trash the first one and get the second one out of the microwave. I decided to pop a third one in while I eat the second one. So I ended up downing 3 cup noodles (all with Sriracha and vinegar) before gametime. That's a lot of MSG. Still. I'm still hungry.
So right when I'm about to get into the car, my stomach starts to act up. I'm like dang, I gotta hit up the toilet but it's already 10:45 AM and Sean just called me and asked me if I was on my way. So I gutted it out and hit the road.
When I get to the gym, my stomach tells me that I gotta go. And if you gotta go, then you gotta go. At least that's how I see it. So I hit up the men' restroom and the toilet rolls are dangling with nothing. Great!
So I'm thinking to myself that there are barely any girls here so I should try the women' restroom (yeah I'm that ghetto and that gangster, or whatever you want to call it). I go in there and check stall number one. Damn, does anybody refill toilet paper in this joint. Stall number two (there's only two stalls) is empty as well. The janitor must be on vacation or something. So at this point my stomach is reaching its peak. I see sheet-covers on the ground and got this great idea that I'm going to use this as toilet paper. This isn't my greatest improvision technique but dang it's a lot better than nothing. So I pull one of those babies over the toilet seat and gametime.
Man, while I was sitting and thinking how whack this gym is, the door squeaks open and someone comes in. And yes, I'm still in the women' restroom and not in the men' restroom when I'm pretty sure there were seat covers in there too. Some girl goes into the first stalls and then immediately goes back out and walks past my stall and towards the locker/shower area. And then she goes back past my stall and hangs around the sink area (probably checking herself out or something) cause I didn't hear her exiting (the door didnt squeak a second time). But finally she leaves and I wipe using the seat covers with my left hand (I've been wiping with my left hand since the day I broke my middle finger and it still hurts when I try to do it with my right hand). So just when I'm done wiping, I heard a bunch of kids screaming in the hallway and a voice of a Mom trying to settle her kids down. So I'm thinking man I can't just bust out of the women' restroom just like that with all those people out there. So I wait and wait and finally they stop and I wash my hands (yes I didn't forget) and left when it was quiet.
Mission accomplished.
Then we lost the game.
Taiwan Center B 59, NotGuilty 53
Not sure why I didn't log 40 minutes in the most important game of the season!
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