This guy had a reasonable J so I had to play him closer than I'd like. In my younger, USC-24-hour-courts-balling days. I woulda read him like a book and locked him up. But tonight, I got beat like I stole something.
I now have to resort to that annoying poke-ball-from-behind-after-being-beaten-off-the-dribble move. A move that old folks used to do to me as a teen and I hated so much.
The lateral movement is gone.
The J is still there. A bit rusty though. A damn shame.
Gonna be like Denzel-in-He-Got-Game soon, with them double knee braces, gliding strides and that GP "please, son!" swagger. If only I could yell "KING KONG AINT GOT SHIT ON ME *" after a bucket.
*"King Kong ain't got shit on me" is taken from Denzel's climatic rant at the end of Training Day. During a podcast between Marvin "REAL LAKER FAN" Lee and I, we concluded that this scene ranks as the second greatest "angry movie scene" in the history of cinema. I'll put up the list in a later entry. Just know Sam Jackson isn't #1.