Celtics, Peer Pressure & Idiots

Well, sorry for the time between blogs. But I've been lazy... I mean I haven't been able to find the time to write something up.

First up, GO CELTICS!!! My C's are finally in the NBA finals after 21 years of mediocrity and now they're 1-0 up vs Kobi Bryant and the euro-trash. Paul Pierce is going play out the rest of the series on 1 leg and his team mates are going to rally behind him and put the Lakers away. Boston can't lose both the NBA and the Superbowl in the same year. My god though the euro-trash, what a bunch of bitches. They cry so much. Honestly they should get into soccer and hang out there. But enough complaining about pansies for a paragraph or so, the C's are winning the NBA finals right now and hopefully this trend continues until it's over.

I'd like to put a shout out here for my good friend Nick (who is a reader/supporter of Can Kev Dunk. Love your support Buddy!). Nick has been a mate of mine for about 10 years now and he is one of the best blokes I know. Nick's been in Melbourne the last year or so and is nowhere near as fit as he used to be. This guy used to be a good long distance runner and would compete in marathons/half marathons. So given he's not been exercising a hell of a lot taking on Jacob's ladder with me isn't going to make his legs too happy. That said, Nick has one small fault and that's his lack of will when it comes to Jacob's ladder. Now by lack of will I don't mean he does 3 laps and then says "I'm hurting I'm going to stop now", by lack of will I mean he does 3 laps and says "I'm hurting", I'll then say something like "so you've got 3 laps left then?. Nick will then go on to do 5-6 more laps. I think if you haven't done Jacob's in a while 5 laps is plenty. Nick did 8 or 9 after not doing them for a long time. This is all because of peer pressure and peer pressure is a wonderful thing. It makes you do stupid things because someone else is pushing you to do it. I think the last 3 laps of Nick's session were from me saying "one more Nick, one more buddy". It must have been 3 days later when Nick sent me a message saying that he had just started walking again. So kids, just say 'no' to peer pressure. Nick, you sir are a true trooper. If there's a war and we get drafted I hope you're in my unit.

I'd like to end this chapter of Can Kev Dunk with a story of idiots. Today I was playing ball for my social team the Rockets. We were in a tightish game that was very heavily defensively orientated. With 6 minutes to go we had a fairly solid lead and were up by 10 points. This is where we stopped scoring. That's right for the remaining 6 minutes we didn't score. Now, I'm not calling the Rockets idiots because we couldn't score I'm calling the ref's and a player on the other team idiots for what happened in the last minute of the game. With a minute to go we're up by 4 points we get a loose rebound and naturally the other team press. My mate Steve is bringing the ball up and tries to split 2 defenders and gets tripped up (should have been a foul) the ball rolls loose and I manage to get there about the same time as someone on the other team. I've got 2 hands on the ball and bring it into my chest while the other guy has one hand on it. Somehow this guy ends up on my back while I'm crouched over protecting the ball, I'm pretty sure a whistle blows and I figure it's the ref calling a jump ball. Anyway, I've got this guy on my back and I don't like the idea that someone's getting a pony ride from me and not paying for it so I drop the shoulder he's on to try to get him off me. He hits the floor pretty hard, it wasn't my intention to hurt the guy but I still didn't like the fact that he was on my back. This is when he gets up and pushes me. I'm not a big guy but this guy was smaller than me so his push actually just moves him away. Everyone on the court and stadium has seen this cause we're the only ones playing in the stadium. Steve's the first in there a wraps the guy up and separates us while the ref grabs me and pulls me back. Then about 30 seconds later once everything's calmed down the ref calls a foul on me! I don't know what the ref was thinking but if there's someone on my back how can that be a foul on me and if the other guy pushes me and I don't react how can that not be a technical on him. Anyway, it worked out in the end because we play with a continuous clock so the whole thing caused the game clock to run out and after the foul shots we won by 3. I'm still upset that I got a foul called on me.

Well, that's enough on joy, peer pressure and ranting. Hopefully I'll get another blog up before heading over east for a week and a bit.