So Close Yet So Far

The 3Q’s beat us in overtime but we didn’t go down without a fight . . . ok, maybe not a fight but definitely a skirmish. As the first half came to an end, a remarkably skilled 2Q started down the court on a fast break. As he went for the lay up, a player wearing only socks went in for the block.

These weren’t special basketball socks or anything, just your basic white tube socks. Anyway, if you’ve ever seen Risky Business you know what happens when you mix hard floors and tube socks. Either my teammate failed to equate Tom Cruise to a fully clothed 3Q or simply hadn’t seen Risky Business because the sliding led to contact, and the contact led to a very disgruntled 2Q.

When the pushing and yelling ensued, I hid behind Haley. No punches were thrown and the game proceeded cleanly there after.

Thomas most certainly had the play of the game if not the play of the season. The same person that decided to wear hot pants to softball decides to wear XL tear away pants for basketball. Somehow the genius gets the ball and proceeds to dribble twice, not realizing his pants have fallen past his ass. With a look of stoic determination, my curly haired comrade took two awkward, yet speedy steps towards the lane.

I’ve never seen someone fall so fast or so hard.

The next thing you know he is flat on his face with his pants around his knees screaming for his mother. As Thomas’ recumbent figure lied sprawled, wiggling on the floor, the Gheorghe Muresan of Law League added some salt to the gaping wound by jumping over him to pick up the ball and slam it.

My team never fully recovered from the incident. When I was done pissing myself the game was over and we’d lost. For those keeping score at home, the 2Q’s intramural record is a tidy
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