Mon, Nov 23 2009
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A Bob Ettinger column: The write stuff... Playing in the Westside Shootout is a slam dunk BOB ETTINGERStar Beacon So I stumbled up the sideline to about midcourt, where my momentum finally took me head over teakettle. After a complete barrel roll, I ended up on my feet, to the polite laughter from the peanut gallery. The East German judge deducted points for the landing.
Mr. Wash scored and put an end to my misery. My teammates and the other competitors, to their credit, never mentioned the incident. Which I’ll be forever grateful for. In other first-round action, Huntington Insurance beat Edge O Town, Steve’s Car Care downed Cox, Snap Fitness dusted Brad’s and Outdoor Army/Navy defeated Martell Cleaners. The second game, our first in the losers’ bracket, went much better on several levels. The most important being that my teammates and I won a 15-4 decision over Brad’s to avoid being eliminated. It was the beginning of a long slog through the losers’ bracket. About midway through the first half, with my our team leading, 6-3, Pollard hurt an ankle and came to the sideline, signaling me. My immediate thought was , “Oh, no! Not again!” But I trotted out to my position and was greeted by Hunt and Rooks, who told me not to worry, to just do what I do. “Do what I do? Right,” I thought. “How does telling a story help me out here?” So I did what I do best. I started piling on the baloney — I did the best impression I could of the basketball players I watch so closely all winter. It worked, for the most part. The guys from Brad’s decided the best defense against me was a loose one. After all, how could a guy tripping all over himself hurt them? Hunt picked up on it, and on one trip up the floor, zipped a pass to me standing on the left wing and instructed that I shoot as soon as the ball left his hands. My reaction, thank God, was not panic. I’ve shot a basketball before. So I caught it and let it fly. Air ball. But my teammates surprised me once again. Instead of telling me to pass next time, they told me to keep shooting, to keep playing the game. 
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