Anyone looking to catch up on the comic -- head back to November 2006 (the archives are just over there) for the start of the comic run.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Team Basketball = Anti-Jay
There are nights when I know that I'm hurting my team more than helping. And it's tough, because I just want to play hard, work hard, and make the right play -- but my instincts are so built on shooting shooting shooting; so even when I'm firing 20' fade-aways off the side of the backboard, it's hard for me to see the open man.
There was one shot I made (3 for 11 on the night), that felt right. I caught the ball on the baseline, about 15 feet out, and for once I had some time before the help defense came over, so I dribbled twice, got my feet set, and fired a turn-around fade-away. The difference -- I had time; 2 seconds probably, from when I caught the ball, to when I shot it, and I wasn't running between. My catch and shoot is a huge piece of crap; and my shot on the run is just as bad. But if I can get a moment to catch my breath, everything is easy. 1 on 1 or 2 on 2 is full of time, if you want it, there's almost never help defense, and so long as you're happy keeping your back to the basket, you can hang-out forever waiting for the right moment.
The goal in all this basketball nonsense is to someday get into coaching. So I'm trying to play the point, trying to see the floor, trying to find the best pass to make, trying not to dribble into the corner, 'cause that's a really great way to lose the ball.
Oh, hey, I turned 28 the other day -- thanks to everyone that wished me well over on facebook, or on the phone, or however. I used to really sweat that most of my favourite bands broke before they were whatever age I was -- and I guess I still notice it, but I am so thankful for all the wonderful luck I've had in my life, and the wonderful people around me; I wouldn't trade it for a 5 record deal.
More music stuff will being happening -- We'll do another show soon, maybe back at the Wilson Room again, because that place is so beautiful, or maybe somewhere else.
There was one shot I made (3 for 11 on the night), that felt right. I caught the ball on the baseline, about 15 feet out, and for once I had some time before the help defense came over, so I dribbled twice, got my feet set, and fired a turn-around fade-away. The difference -- I had time; 2 seconds probably, from when I caught the ball, to when I shot it, and I wasn't running between. My catch and shoot is a huge piece of crap; and my shot on the run is just as bad. But if I can get a moment to catch my breath, everything is easy. 1 on 1 or 2 on 2 is full of time, if you want it, there's almost never help defense, and so long as you're happy keeping your back to the basket, you can hang-out forever waiting for the right moment.
The goal in all this basketball nonsense is to someday get into coaching. So I'm trying to play the point, trying to see the floor, trying to find the best pass to make, trying not to dribble into the corner, 'cause that's a really great way to lose the ball.
Oh, hey, I turned 28 the other day -- thanks to everyone that wished me well over on facebook, or on the phone, or however. I used to really sweat that most of my favourite bands broke before they were whatever age I was -- and I guess I still notice it, but I am so thankful for all the wonderful luck I've had in my life, and the wonderful people around me; I wouldn't trade it for a 5 record deal.
More music stuff will being happening -- We'll do another show soon, maybe back at the Wilson Room again, because that place is so beautiful, or maybe somewhere else.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Who did you have?
My rec team, The High Fives, had probably our best game of the season last night. We lost, but we competed with the 3 time league champs, and aside from a certain idiot losing his dribble about 50 times (uh, that'd be me), we played a very solid game.
There's this horrible moment whenever I sub off, when my replacement asks me who I was covering. . . And I know who it was, most of the time, but damned if my dehydrated mind can describe them; "uh. . . the big guy, white. . . that one. . . you'll find out. . . " is all I manage before collapsing onto the bench. I've been applying the golden rule, and when I'm next up to go back in, I start watching everyone and who they're covering, so I have some idea what I'm doing.
4 on 4 continues to confuse the hell out of me. The help-defense always manages to corner me with the ball, and my veiled threats at swinging elbows doesn't stop a lot of ball-slapping once I pick it up.
We played a quick 2 on 2 game after the real game, and I shot like 10 for 11 or something, which must confuse the hell out of my team, having watched me go 2 for 7 or something in the game. But I took those 10 shots over maybe 5 minutes, as oppose to shooting every 5 minutes or so during the real game. I'm a shitty shitty cold shooter -- and running up and down doesn't seem to help. 2 on 2 involves a lot of football-like breaks where everyone resets and I can catch my breath. Fitness is probably the answer to my problems. . .
Thanks again to all my great teammates -- who are making me such a better player. And I'll try and stop dribbling into the corner. It's retarded. I know.
There's this horrible moment whenever I sub off, when my replacement asks me who I was covering. . . And I know who it was, most of the time, but damned if my dehydrated mind can describe them; "uh. . . the big guy, white. . . that one. . . you'll find out. . . " is all I manage before collapsing onto the bench. I've been applying the golden rule, and when I'm next up to go back in, I start watching everyone and who they're covering, so I have some idea what I'm doing.
4 on 4 continues to confuse the hell out of me. The help-defense always manages to corner me with the ball, and my veiled threats at swinging elbows doesn't stop a lot of ball-slapping once I pick it up.
We played a quick 2 on 2 game after the real game, and I shot like 10 for 11 or something, which must confuse the hell out of my team, having watched me go 2 for 7 or something in the game. But I took those 10 shots over maybe 5 minutes, as oppose to shooting every 5 minutes or so during the real game. I'm a shitty shitty cold shooter -- and running up and down doesn't seem to help. 2 on 2 involves a lot of football-like breaks where everyone resets and I can catch my breath. Fitness is probably the answer to my problems. . .
Thanks again to all my great teammates -- who are making me such a better player. And I'll try and stop dribbling into the corner. It's retarded. I know.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Wilson Show #2 Post-Script. . .
Set List. . .
Hmmmm. . .
City Lights
Sucker Punch
After the Fire
Society Dames?
And a bunch of other songs. We did 15' away for the first time in a while, and brought out "Our Top Scores are Safe" and "Third View", which haven't been played live before. "Safe and Warm" we tried as a straight-ahead rock tune, which was cool too.
The Barn Flyz Were:
Anthony Popis - Drums
Derek Pyne - Bass
Jay was Jay.
We didn't get the draw we were hoping for, but perhaps doing a rock show on a Sunday Afternoon is as weird an idea as it sounds. Alas. These things take experimenting, right?
A million thanks to Tim Tran and his wife and son for helping so much with set-up and sound and video recording (I'll post stuff a.s.a.p.). Thanks to Sienna for picking up a shift at Trailhead so Derek could play. Thanks to Janie for watching Peja for the show, and still insisting on paying. Thanks to everyone who came and supported the band -- you people are super rad!
See you next time,
Jay.
Hmmmm. . .
City Lights
Sucker Punch
After the Fire
Society Dames?
And a bunch of other songs. We did 15' away for the first time in a while, and brought out "Our Top Scores are Safe" and "Third View", which haven't been played live before. "Safe and Warm" we tried as a straight-ahead rock tune, which was cool too.
The Barn Flyz Were:
Anthony Popis - Drums
Derek Pyne - Bass
Jay was Jay.
We didn't get the draw we were hoping for, but perhaps doing a rock show on a Sunday Afternoon is as weird an idea as it sounds. Alas. These things take experimenting, right?
A million thanks to Tim Tran and his wife and son for helping so much with set-up and sound and video recording (I'll post stuff a.s.a.p.). Thanks to Sienna for picking up a shift at Trailhead so Derek could play. Thanks to Janie for watching Peja for the show, and still insisting on paying. Thanks to everyone who came and supported the band -- you people are super rad!
See you next time,
Jay.
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