I play intramural basketball at UF. While I know this does not tie in directly to my school work, it does have some impact. If we win our weekly game, I tend to be more productive, and work gets done fast and more efficiently. We lose, and I don’t. Needless to say, with our EHS story due Friday morning and our game Wednesday, I was really hoping we won, because it would make my story that much better. A lot of people might dismiss this as juvenile (or perhaps even slightly retarded), but for some weird reason it happens. On to the game.
It was a back and forth game, full of momentum shifts and lead changes. Neither team really asserted themselves and took control, and the neither team ever got up by more than five or six points.It continued on in this fashion until late in the second half, when the other team (we’ll call them “the Losers”) took a four point lead with about a minute left. Unable to cut into the deficit, we thought there was no way we win the game. With ten ticks left on the clock, the Losers have possession and a four point lead. We should NOT win this game. There is no way, we’re thinking to ourselves.
The Losers inbound the ball. We steal it, and they foul. Good strategy—we get two shots, but they are virtually guaranteed of getting the ball back maintaining the lead. Unfortunately for them, they commit the most blatantly intentional foul ever. The referees, suspect in their calls up to this juncture, get it right and call the intentional foul, meaning we get two foul shots and the ball back. After making one of two shots, we inbound the ball with seven seconds left down by three points. Bim, our point guard and leading scorer drives hard to the left, drawing his defender in, before deftly stepping back, rising up for a three-pointer and tickling the twine. His shot tied the game with three seconds left. Unable to score, the Losers fumble the ball away and the game foes into overtime. At long last, we assert ourselves and take control of the game, eventually winning by 12 points.
Call me crazy, but when I got back to my apartment I had a voicemail waiting from the professor I was trying to interview with an invitation to come by his office the next day. Had that shot not fallen, and I think that call might have taken a little it longer to come, and I miss my deadline. There is no way to ever know, of course. I’m just glad we won.