G2-Position: The Bench

       On December 4th, 2012, we played a basketball game against ourselves at home.  West Seneca East came into the school and was on the opposite side of us.  I was pretty excited about the first basketball game of the season.  During the warmups, I was draining threes like it was my job.  I felt very good after warmups and was ready for game time.  I was not on the floor at the start of the game, to my surprise.  I sat on the bench for a lot of the game.  I finally got to go into the game just before halftime.  I was excited.  I was a stud out there on the court; the crowd was screaming my name and the other team was very intimidated.  I only got a couple rebounds and then it was halftime.  During halftime, we talked strategy and what we needed to do to continue to pound the crap out of them.  I was put back out there in the third quarter where I took a couple shots.  My teammate passed me the ball and I caught it, dribbled it, and threw it off the bottom of the backboard.  That was embarrassing and I think I started to cry a little bit.  Let's be real here, I am a man and men do not cry.  I was obviously kidding about the crying thing.  Later in the game, Nick Kibler and I executed a perfect pick and roll and I had a wide open lay-up, but I missed.  The reason I missed was because of a lack of focus.  Also because I suck.  Late in the game I missed a bank shot from the side that rolled around the rim at least twenty times.  The whole night I was 0 for 3. Yeah, that's right. Be jealous.