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2010-06-10 23:37:44 (UTC)

Hotel Basketball

We were staying in a hotel room for one night on our way
back to Mandan. I placed my notebook, and new books, on the
counter next to a sink. There were clothes, towels, and
bathroom stuff on the shelves below my stuff. There were
lots of people in the room. Dad, Heidi, and mom were there for
a bit along with a bunch of people I didn't know. A
basketball game started. Me on one team with people I didn't
know against another team, with mostly girls although they
didn't play much, who I also didn't know. I was pretty much a
none factor for a long time. I picked up a foul and dad, the
coach for my team, subbed me out. I sat on the bench for a
few minutes then dad sent me to the scorers table to be sent
back in on the next dead ball. I finally got back in.
Someone on my team was about to pass the ball in. I was
going to be the point guard. His pass was bad and was
intercepted by a short guy. He tried to shoot it over me but
I blocked it causing it to bounce off the court. It looked like a
spiked it. When it got high enough I tipped it to myself out of the
short guys reach then ran up the court. Nobody stopped me so I went
all the way to the hoop but the ball slipped and I missed the
layup. Some opponent got the rebound but I stole it back. I
waited for a teammate to run down the lane for a pass but
nobody came so I took the shot. It went in but the net was
broken and the ball, halfway down, went through the hole. The
ref said it didn't count. They brought it up the court. I
said to the ref that there were six people on the floor for
the opponents: the guy with the ball, another guy by the free
throw line, and four girls talking in the corner. After I
said that I saw that one of the girls was on the outside of
the court. She walked away then cut across half court. The
ref blew the whistle and some guy on my team shot a free
throw. I heard a voice saying how if it was later in the
game we would have shot 2 or 4 free throws. The game
suddenly ended and we were all back in the hotel room. At
one point I was behind a piece of wall that jutted out
partly to hide from the three or four girls sitting on the
couch all texting with their phones. Their was another girl
sitting next to my books talking about the different texting
phones that the world had. She mentioned something about a
jeans texting phone. I started to pack my stuff to go home.




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