1992~1993
¡K this is a game to be remembered¡K Vancouver College, a team filled with Filipinos young guns, smacking fools here and there with scores like 104 to 24. Grade 8, really, I mean GRADE EIGHT!!! You are not suppose to score more than 60 points, but they are killing everybody. Like I said, grade 8, we are suppose to lose, and lose we did, but not like that. If I can do anything to stop us from losing, I'll do it. They've already got two kids 6 feet tall. I am the starting 5/4/3/2/1. You name it, I'll do it. If I die and we win, I will let you slash me up, cut and dice me, but I win and that's the most important. Yet I am only 5'9", FIVE FEET NINE INCHES!!! No matter, boxing out, that's what my big ass is born for. 5 feet tall? I box you out and knock you down. 6 feet tall? I box you out and elbow you so hard you don't dare to walk into the paint again. Cutting across the lane? Meet Mr. Elbow. Want to beat me on the drive? Say hello to Mr. Knee. There is even this scene where a short fat kid came driving down the lane for a layup, crashed into me, knocked down flat on his ass, and was called for a charge. We were killing them; 34-28 halftime. Ok, they were only using their second liners, but this is VC! They have been using their seconds for second halfs in all games, and they were still killing fools. Yet we ain't even suppose to score 4 points against them the whole game, let alone 30 more. I feel good; 10/5/5, and couple blocks and steals here and there. And I am only suppose to be a defensive stopper, not a 10 points guy. Like I said, I am feeling good, but second half is a different story. All of them came out. Even this linebacker-sized power forward who can dribble, pass, and SCORE. He is a scorer. Inside-outside. No, he can't pop the 3's, 15 footers? No problem, shot them like layups. Well, I just have to do it. You know, walking into their place and all, I've got to let them know who they are dealing with. So he receives a no look from this hyperspeeded PG under the hoop, thinking he has two easy points and an easy game on hand. BAM! I knock him dead onto the floor. Flat on his ass, he looks up at me, not mad but shocked. He is 5'11", 190 lbs., I am 5'9" 130 lbs. Oh yeah, they brow the whistle and they better, or the game would be real ugly. But the message is made; this ain't no walk in the park, you better work to earn this W, or we will take it from you. The rest of the game is intense; 20+ lead changes for the rest of the half, people are flying all over the place. Their PG slash into the lane for a backdoor pass, I steal it, throw it down for Fast Eddie. As he goes up for an easy lay, this 6 feet kid flies down the lane and blocks it clean. No easy bucket. At the end we lost 64-62, I got a triple double: 16 points, 11 dimes, 10 boards. The linebacker score 25 and 10 the second half, picks up the MVP of the tournament, walks home happy. All the people for the tournament came in after the first half, thinking this is a game to be remembered¡K
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