Game, FH Gym, 1 p.m. FHT

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The gym was ready for the game assuming nothing crazy happened during detention, with a shiny floor, clean new nets, and two perfect basketballs lolling about. Everything was ready for the rematch between the blue and gold gremlins. Last time, gold had eked out a victory; this time, it was anyone's game.

Play ball.

[OOC: Wait for OCD. This post is open throughout the day; a post for the second half will be made when we're ready for it.]

Comments

Re: 1st half, 2nd 5 minutes

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler raised his eyebrow at Greg, slightly annoyed by the missed shot. He caught the ball and started dribbling to the other basket.

Re: 1st half, 2nd 5 minutes

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders thought he saw an opening to steal the ball, and Lords of Kobol only knew how he managed to succeed without incurring a foul. He even had a good opening for a shot, which he took -- and much to his own amazement, actually made.

Sure, the ball bounced off the back of the rim, teetered precariously for a few moments, and then finally rolled in, but a shot was a shot, right?

Re: 1st half, 2nd 5 minutes

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler grabbed the ball and took it out to the sidelines, trying to see a clear path to the basket.

He couldn't so he aimed a high pass to Greg, hoping he'd make the shot this time.

Re: 1st half, 2nd 5 minutes

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg caught it, hoping the same thing.

He did, this time. But barely.

Who cares? He got one in. Go him.

There might have been a tiny bit of dancing, but he wouldn't admit it.