I don’t know what to say, really. Five days til the biggest battle of our basketball lives all comes down to this. Now either we heal as a team or we’re gonna crumble, shot by shot, pass by pass, ’til we’re finished.

We’re in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And, we can stay here — get the shit kicked out of us like we did against Davidson– or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell one basket at a time.

Now, I can’t do it for you. I’m too old. I look around. I see these young faces, and I think — I mean — I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I pissed away all my money on new suits, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who’s ever loved me. And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know, when you get old in life things get taken from you. I mean that’s…part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life’s this game of ups and downs. So is basketball. Because in either game, life or basketball, the margin for error is so small — I mean one-half a step too late, or too early, and you don’t quite make it. One-half second too slow, too fast, you don’t quite steal it.

The inches we need are everywhere around us.

They’re in every fast break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that basket. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that basket. We claw with our fingernails for that basket, because we know when we add up all those baskets, that’s gonna make the fuckin’ difference between winning and losing! Between livin’ and dyin’!

I’ll tell you this: In any fight, it’s the guy who’s willing to die who’s gonna make that shot. And I know if I’m gonna have any life anymore, it’s because I’m still willin’ to fight and die for that basket. Because that’s what livin’ is! The six inches of dick in front of your face!! (Wait, what?)

Now I can’t make you do it. You got to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think you’re gonna see a guy who will go that basket for you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, you’re gonna do the same for him!

That’s a team, gentleman!

And, either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals.

That’s basketball guys.

That’s all it is.

Now, what are you gonna do?

 

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Legend of Frank Igloo-dalla
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Legend of Frank Igloo-dalla

Are the Wichita linemen……..still on line??

Angry John
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I know I need a small vacation.

Anonymous
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That ain’t Baby D. What a chicken shit coward. Afraid to go anywhere near the basket. Never seen anything like it – ever. WTF is wrong with him?

Baby Gangsta
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Time to start the coaching search. Unless Sean Miller is leaving AZ, the family attorney is negotiating a deal for Archie to take over a Big Ten program right now. Please heckle me, that’s the reason I posted this. I told you so is my favorite sport.

SammySmithSearchParty
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SammySmithSearchParty

As I’m taking a “Bill Wade sized” poop this morning it occurred to me that I have aged terribly because of this current flyer squad. My first grey pube has made an appearance and I can’t find the words to describe the disappointment. The only thing that I could blurt out in my sadness was simple…”Long live Devon Searcy!!!!!

Seamus
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now I need you more than want you.

Mike
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A lot of healing seems to have taken place on twitter today.

Dayton guy
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You know what? We have a big advantage working in our favor. A 7:10 Friday night game? Who plays more sock hops than us?! Nobody! WSU won’t be ready for a sock hop game, that’s A-10 time.

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