Well....this week has been all the motivation i need. Guess thats what happens during the worst week of your life. Small short recap...
1. Skip lifting and training/shooting to be with the wife because something felt off.
2. Get told Monday that my ex is trying to get full custody of our daughter and won't let me see her. (We had a verbal agreement since she didnt have the money for a lawyer when we seperated...go me for being nice)
3. Have a small arguement...lengthy discussion about the ONE thing the wife and i cant seem to compromise on Thursday night.
4. Wake up to divorce papers on the kitchen table Saturday morning and a note from her.
5. Watched her cry every day since then because she knows she doesnt want a divorce but she cant see another way.
6. Get fucking BLOWN out yesterday 81-47. I shot HORRIBLY and so did everyone else.
Now...everything but 6 is pretty self-explanatory and im hoping the wifey comes around and we work this out so prayers or whatever you believe in would be nice.
So the game... they decide i should tip...i win the tip over a 6'7 guy...im shocked. I have to play pg because theyre picking up full and no one else has the handle to break it. Sure enough extended 2-3 zone. So i go pg mode...pass pass pass. Not working. Down 15-0 like that. Say hell with it. Pull up 17 foot j. 15-2. Block a jumper. 3 straight assists. 19-10 now. Hit a 3. 25-13. This isn't going well. Then i went cold and no one would cut in the zone. Couldnt hit at ALL as a team. Halftime comes...its bad. I say f it. Im moving to the 2. Have my 3 and other guard bring it up together. I go into scoring mode. Shots.still.off. but...theyre trapping the top of the 2-3 to try to keep me out of the lane. Not working im getting in the lane...drawing the bigs...no ones cutting and the kickouts to shooters arent going down. Ugh. Then it happened...i catch an elbow straight to the jaw. Right in front of a ref. Dude actually stopped playing because he knew he hit me hard. No call. Im pissed. Probably woke me up tho because i stopped thinking and let go. Call for the ball and the next possesions go...step back 3. And 1 layup over 6'8 guy. NBA 3. Corner 3. Missed poster over 6'8 guy. And a fadeawy 15 footer. 13-4 personal run but it didnt matter. We got crushed.
My stat line according to the books. 20 pts on 8-14fg (4-10 3pt), 0-1ft (smh), 11 rebounds, 8 assists, 2 blocks a steal and 1 turnover. Good numbers but i played terrible.
Tossed a few lobs to take out some frustration and the 6'8 guy starts dunking with me
couple 2 handers off glass. 2 hand Tomahawk off one step (wtf...ok...didnt think i could get that currently). Then a self oop that i got UP on. Consensus in the gym was i was 4-6" from the rim and it FELT like 45-46". Missed it because my forearm was on the front of the rim and i backironed it. At that point i said ok...and measured the goal. Lol! Its 10 but damn that floor is amazing because i still dont feel 100%. Time to train this week.