The Moment…..

The bright lights shone hot as they beat down upon his head. His heartbeat thumped with adrenalin in his ears. The crowd, raucous and rowdy, roared with anticipation and celebration. This was not a comfortable spot to be in, a sick feeling crept towards his throat as the sweat gathered across his brow. His eyes fixed upon the clock, 2.3 seconds left, down by one point. “This is it” was is only thought. He cleared his mind and pulled himself together as he took his spot on the court. The referee blew his whistle to signal the start of the 5 second countdown to inbound the ball. Sneakers chirped as players moved and battled for position. Bodies collided, arms tangled signaling for the ball. The inbounder’s eyes darted left and right scanning for an open hand. In desperation the ball was thrown to him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t open. The ball cut through the air trying to find it’s rightful recipient, instead it found the head of the opponent. In horror he watched as the ball bounced off the forehead of the man who was gaurding him and tumbled towards the halfcourt line. He scrambled towards the ball commanding every fiber in his legs to launch him forward. He lunged for the rock and surprisingly found his fingers around it. Gathering it up he turned, jumped high and shot a Hail Mary of a shot to the tiny basket 36 feet away. The crowd drew in, the clock drained the last tenths of a second off the screen and the buzzer sounded signaling the end of the game. Yet the ball still sailed through the air like a silent missle en route to its target. Nothing was heard until the sweet sound of a leather ball falling through a net.


He had just won the game by two points at the buzzer! He is Derrick Anderson circa 2003 playing for the Portland Trailblazers.
He is me in my living room last night, handing out the buzzer beater beatdown to Phil’s poor Celtics. Nothing sweeter. Except maybe a sexy woman, wine, a bear rug and a box of matches, but since I couldn’t pull all of that together on such short notice, victory over Phil was sweet enough. Sweet sweet victory.


  1. Jake Foster said,

    April 24, 2006 @ 8:13 am

    “Nothing sweeter. Except maybe a sexy woman, wine, a bear rug and a box of matches” — what are the matches for, you kinky bastard?

  2. Momma said,

    April 24, 2006 @ 4:37 pm

    Perhaps you should offer your services to the Blazers - maybe if they had incentives like a bear rug they might do better. They probably already had too much women, wine and matches!! Huh???

  3. Phil said,

    April 24, 2006 @ 4:42 pm

    Congrats to you, taking advantage of flawed game mechanics. We both know whoever has the last posession wins 98% of the time, except for those 2% that you lose.

  4. Anthony B said,

    April 24, 2006 @ 8:10 pm

    The utterly dramatic play out of the last few seconds could possibly
    be overkill…
    not sure though…
    I could see it all in my mind with the amazing description, but all of that could just be summed up by saying the Celtics Suck and Phil sucks..
    SEe how much easier that was?
    JUst playin Phitur.
    K, ABC signing out..

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