Notable highlights were Matt Moran's relentless attack on the boards (as always), Joe Branch's defense and late-game boarding not to mention a rather "nasty" dunk on an unsuspecting victim on an inbounds play under the basket...in the vernacular of basketball-speak, Joe "put his nuts in the back of that nigga's head"--it was pretty phat (that's "cool" for those of you with limited ghetto vocabulary).
When I came back in, I wanted blood, preferably from an opposing player (I've been known to draw blood from my own teammates--notably Evan Eschmeyer's bloody noses and split chin, and old-timer Kevin Rankin's daily nose bleeds). What happened? The same thing--I got the ball, turned to make my move, and one of those tiny little punks jumped in front of me and drew a charge. I hate short players. Surprisingly, Byrd left me in for a while. My own personal moment of joy came on a defensive box-out early in the second half.
Their power forward, a rather heavy-set (can't call it muscle, really) 6'6" dude decided he was going to crash the boards hard. I stepped out in front of him to let my 5 mph bony butt-cheeks keep him under wraps, but he tried to side-step me only to find my upswinging elbow with the underside of his jaw. It was purely incidental contact...just another victim of the Kreft 'bows. He hit the ground pretty hard and didn't come back in for the rest of the game. Poor kid....flew all the way out from BFE Ohio only to get elbowed in the throat. Reminds me of last year when Rashard Griffith, Todd Lindemann and Kevin Rankin all elbowed me in the throat within the course of 4 days. I woke up on the fifth day at 4 AM unable to breathe and had to be rushed to the ER...but that's a story for another time.
"Coach, what is this '64' you keep talking about????"
Jevon Johnson looked at me as if I had just contracted leprosy. "Watch more basketball, Dan".
Still confused, I looked at Byrdsong for an explanation. He replies with "Dumb on three....ready? 1...2...3....." and the whole team, sans myself hollered "DUMB." Terrific. Now I'm a big, green, dumb lightbulb....whatever. =-
Afterwards, Brian Chamberlain explained it to me. How was I supposed to know that it was some cryptic reference to the NCAA tournament???? I'd never been there!
Always the last to know ...