That's what I do most of the time, but I assume it's different because I've been here for nearly two years?
You mean you'd stop Kurt... He shot himself no doubt about it. I'll PM you back and forth about it if you like... I think I would go back to the day my spirit died and just try to cheer me up. Selfish motive but its not like I could stop the A-bomb or nothing.... unless
No --my butt was small--I've always weighed about 185 to 200.There's something about my co-ordination that's different than most other players.I don't know why,but I was super quick On the first few steps and practiced the most outrageous shots you can imagine.By myself,over and over and over--even in the summer when there was no school in grammer school.Also ,if I saw a cool shot by anybody,I copied it untill it was mine.I grew really fast and was 6'2" in the seventh grade--thusly being placed at center from the start.Just used my height and quickness then .Well,lots of guys caught up and passed me in height in high school,sooooo-it was trickiness that had to come into play.The bigger they were ,the easier it was to slip into position to flip up a shot when they least expected it.I played against a bunch of black players from Detroit that had scholarships to college and after about 5 minutes I heard one say to another"man,he's doing our shit!"That was a great compliment ,as far as I was concerned.I may be the only guy who ever could go full blast down the left side of the court toward my basket,dribbling with my left,with a guy on my ass next to me,bring the ball around my body from my left hand to my right hand,on around to my right again and make a right handed hook from the left side as I passed on out of bounds.Fuck ,I can't explain it --I just practiced that shot and dozens of other weird shots,'till I had 'em down.My game was definately a finesse game.I stopped playing when hand checking (pushing and shoving of the most blatent sort)came in.One bastard got so frustated at my play,he intentionally stomped on my left foot and ruined it for me.I did play 2 more seasons and had to take my shots off my right foot.Worked out ok,but not real easy for a right -hander.Damn--I haven't bragged this much ever about much of anything,but I guess you kinda opened the floodgates here.Basketball is a beautifull game isn't it ?Kinda like ballet and poker combined--poker because it's ethical to 'lie--eg=I'm gonna do this(and he or they believes you)and at the last split second ,change it up and fluster the shit out of em'(bet you didn't know that was possible,did ya?")You know what I mean.And dude ,I'm really sorry you can't play any more.That's really too bad.Living in Indiana?Jeez--it's well known you folks sleep ,eat and probably have sex with basketballs!The Bird is 1 of my all time favorites--he could shoot the shit out of it.Well--keep shootin'--I still play horse with my kids--and enjoy the hell out of it.Sorry again for all this blah-blah----it's just an old mans dream now. My heroes were Bob Cousy and Pistol Pete.I'm 65 and my legs are gone-------way she goes eh? scratcho--------------
And I do contribute a little. TO THE AVERAGE SEXINESS OF THE FORUM METER! OH YEAH! Here, I'll prove it to you: Without me, the average sexiness is, on a scale of 14 to 57, 22. With me, on a scale of 198 to 1143.6, it is 954. You can't argue scientific results, people.
i prefer to believe the consiracy theory. http://www.cobaincase.com/events.htmand this site is wat i read to get the thinking i have. plus there are many documentries that support the theory. it's all preference in wat someones believes. i could say elvis is still alive or that hes dead. someone might disagree.
You were a finesse player, I'm a completely hard-nosed, blue collar type of player. I love doing the dirty work. Pulling down boards, blocking shots, diving for loose balls, etc., etc. I never had much of an offensive game, but when I got hot, I got hot. And I loved surprising guys with my jumping ability. I would play in the post in 8th grade, at 6'0", and grab boards over guys three or four inches taller. Hell, I almost dunked in 8th grade a couple times in practice. And I had a looong first step. I could start my two-step-lay-up about 15 or 16 feet out (maybe even 17 or 18 on a good day), and still get off a decnt lay-up. I remember a time in a game when a guy cut me off as I was driving, and after my first step, he jumper to block my lay-up. I took my second step, and layed it in, easy as Anna Nicole Smith. But offense wasn't my game. I was a defensive player, completely. That was my pride and passion. I loved going in against the hot shooter for the opposition, and completely shutting him down. And a lot of times, I would be put on point guards that were a good couple inches shorter. And if they beat me at the top of the key, I'd just come behind them and block their lay-up. Fun as hell, man. I miss it. But who knows? Maybe I can find a community college that'll let me play...if I get my knee fixed right. I'm still young, I don't count out the possibility of playing again. I just really don't want to get re-injured. Sorry, I rambled as well. But I haven't been able to talk hoops for a while. Feels good...makes me miss the feeling of a ball in my hands.
I didn't say that you were being an asshole in that particular thread, dumbass. I was saying that you are an asshole in general.