Childhood stories #1(bulldogs)

Hopes this become a thing


Okay, anyway, Bulldogs is a basketball thing.

Each grade was split into colors:

Blue:Trash
White:Eh, could be better
Red:Made for the cool kids

And I was in the......Blue team!! Why hello!


Sometimes, if there were more kids, they would add in a black team, which meant "BEYOND TRASH"

I think I took it 3rd-5th grade. My 3rd grade year was horrible. Time to create names for my coaches!

BOB=The head of Bulldogs. Extremely fat and old. Can't shoot, don't know why he started a league
JOHN=The idiot coach that everyone hated. He would often look at his phone drinking RedBull and eating cookies. Tall with a red face. Always wore a tank top so you could see his disgusting armpits when throwing overhead passes
BILL=The cool coach, that everyone liked, just that if you didn't behave, he made you do pushups or run laps.
BILLY=The second cool coach, that always said "ALWAYS LOOK AT THE BALL AND THE MAN YOU'RE GUARDING AT THE SAME TIME"




NEXT UP
Marvin Lin:My best friend at bulldogs, and my only friend....

Okay, sorry. More background info!


DRILLS:

Shell: This stupid pass and cut drill that no one uses.
Olympic: A fullcourt game where there are two lines each on the middle of the two longer sides of the rectangle of the basketball court. You would start off with three offenders and two defenders. Once the three offenders shot the ball once(doesn't matter if you missed) a person in line would come in to join the other two people on defense. Let's call this person that had to join after the first shot was shot uhhh "outlet" cuz that's what everyone called it. Everyone hated being the outlet, cuz you can't play as much. Anyway, once the possession was over, the three defenders would turn into offenders and the guy who shot it had to go back in line.
3 and 2 and 1=Three lines on one shorter side of the rectangle of the basketball court. Two defenders on the other side. One person from each line would come on forming three offenders. The shooter becomes the defender on the way back, and the two other offenders that didn't shoot would become defenders. The two defenders previously would become offenders playing offense against the previous offender that shot the ball. This formed a 2 on 1 drill. Kay got it?


When playing olympic, people in line would often count in threes, because NO ONE wanted to be the outlet. You're desperate for each second you can be playing. When playing offense, the shooter has to go back in line, so no one wanted to shoot. People would pass and pass, and even if they had a wide-opened lay-up, they would pass it. This led to poor defense too. The coaches often raged when this happened.

When playing 3 and 2 and 1, I would always try to get in a group with Marvin. We would be like "you can cut me" so that we were positioned perfectly. When playing offense, the shooter has to become defender, so since there were three people, Marvin, Me, and some other random guy, LET THE RANDOM GUY SHOOT. Cuz me and marvin could be on defense together, and offense.





The Hart gym had a sign that read "No eating or drinking, water allowed" or something like that. My mom would often pack chips for me and marvin, so during water breaks, we would just eat chips. xD. People would be like "dude, you're not supposed to eat" We'd be like "Dude, we're just drinking crunchy water".




Games were a pain. There was this one dude that ball-hogged, and he was the coaches son. AUGH. He would literally take out the ball, try a crossover and just shoot a super hard jumpshot. He would rarely come off, but when he did, the coach let me be point guard...MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

JK I actually passed it, so that we could enjoy not suffering together. Believe me, all the other teammates hated him.




There was one guy. He just really looked like a Justin. But his name was mason. IDK something about him just made him look like a Justin. IDK what.

Anyway, he sucked, but somehow, he would get lucky shots. Srsly. He would make so many shots, but they were all so lucky. The chance though. His arch was SUPER low, his form was SUPER weird. When he would shoot from the free throw line, he would like shoot it, and land like 5 miles away.



Lyric(s) of the Post:I gotta feel like it don't make, like it don't make
Love Like Woe – The Ready Set