Dear High Ball Screen,
This is difficult for me to say (well, write). I just want to be friends.
I know. I know. We've had some great times. And, I'm sure there will be more to come, but right now, I just need some… space.
You see, we've had this love affair for a long time. Heck, you were probably the first screen I was introduced to as a young basketball player. I appreciate everything you've done for me. I'll always cherish our memories.
But, I recently got to thinking. Are we as compatible as I think we are? Do I love you because my previous coaches told me to? Are you just a Sacred Zombie Cow? Or, do we really fit?
I needed to know (for both our sakes) so I decided to test it out on the biggest stage I could find: the NCAA National Championship game - theoretically the two best non-professional basketball teams in the world. It would be perfect. I would chart all the amazing impact you made in that game and fall in love with you all over again. You know, just like when we were younger.
Well, that's what I thought would happen.
But, I recently got to thinking. Are we as compatible as I think we are? Do I love you because my previous coaches told me to? Are you just a Sacred Zombie Cow? Or, do we really fit?
I needed to know (for both our sakes) so I decided to test it out on the biggest stage I could find: the NCAA National Championship game - theoretically the two best non-professional basketball teams in the world. It would be perfect. I would chart all the amazing impact you made in that game and fall in love with you all over again. You know, just like when we were younger.
Well, that's what I thought would happen.