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Old Fri Dec 26, 2003, 12:35pm
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It would be easier for me to tell all the awful things I've done to my partner than the other way around, but there was this one time...

It was freshman girls, but a pretty good game. The stands were already crowded as the visiting team was very, very good and people like to watch them. Also, this was a day off school, and they had scheduled a bunch of games so that the kids could hang around and socialize, I guess. There was never any question about who would win, the only thing to be decided was by how much, and what the shoooting percentages would be. My partner didn't show until the beginning of the second quarter. "Traffic" she said, on a day off school at 1:00. Oh, well. She'd been there for maybe two minutes when this happened. I was lead. Home (behind by 10 at this point) had run this play several times and it worked once in a while. The dribbler ran straight down toward the top of the key, cut to one side, ran down along the side of the paint, and shot from the low block. This time the defense had a player just above the low block. I was "working wide" and had the perfect angle. The defender was totally set, had hands straight up, but as the dribbler barrelled down the line, the defender didn't brace herself for impact, she started falling backwards. There never was any contact at any time. It was the picture perfect flop, except that I was watching, and saw it all. Partner, hwever, had eight players between her and the play and called the PC. I didn't say a word, until half time and then I let her have it. Probably shouldn't have, but I was flabbergasted. Oh, well.
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