When the phone rings at the White House at 3am, I want Jon Wallace answering it.
“I just knew I had to make the free throws,” Wallace said. “I knew what was at stake.”
Hibbert wasn’t worried.
“He’s as cold as ice on the free throw line,” Hibbert said.
He (Jon) might be afraid of bridges and the DC Metro, but I'd like to be able to vote Wallace/Hibbert in 2028.
Lesson Time: There is a very important lesson you can learn while watching a team play with great regularity: Play within yourself, play to your strengths.
By doing that you give yourself the best chance to succeed/win. For instance, I know that Ewing can't force shots in the lane - it's not his game. I know that Wallace has no business dribbling the air out of the ball like Iverson and then just going one on one. I know that Rivers should never take a shot that isn't a layup. Those plays have low success rates. I know this because I have been watching them for years.
So after sitting through a game where I think I know what everybody should do, I go out and play right into my weaknesses. I can't take shots.
What did I do towards the end of last night? I took shots.
What was the result you ask? Well I lost all concept of time, got into a ridiculous argument with Bobby over Virginia Tech/Notre Dame football, felt like crap when I got home, and still feel like crap right now. Weird.
Stunning results. Really surprising info there.
The good news is that I don't see myself drinking anytime between now and next Saturday at the Verizon Center. Zero chance I drink anything besides beer at that event so I should be good.
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