me. i should get it.
somewhere around the beginning of 2q, i started woofing at the iu bench and coach, 'u only got 3! how u gonna beat 9!' after a bit, a few heads started to spin around cuz i was relentless. u only got 3! today ain't ur day!
after a halftime break, where apparently every Bridgeport baller ever could be seen milling aboot (ok, that wuz cool, lot's of 'u ain't dead yet?' or 'i see that ur little cuz is tearing it up at Bassick' and such. friendly reminder- one of the very first girls hs all star tourney is called 'the schoolgirl classic,' from Bridgeport.)
3q kicks off. cw brought the handle bigtime, and we start in with 'u can't guard her! watch out! watch out! she's gonna break ur ankles! there she goes ....buckets!' over and over and over.... now, lot's of cranky bench heads spinning.
in a flash, it was like us by 20. game over. a good time was had by all, except mebbe that gendarme who kept looking at us. he never said anything. i bet we're related, or mebbe he had family in our group. Bridgeport is like that, and cw owned the locals. paige's crew looked like they all came from Darien or Avon, or wherever Trader Joes has a store.
cw smiled at us. a good time was had by all.