This is coming rather late, but school and (still) being without a car has hit my free time pretty hard.
Monday's game was a mess. Team Gigantic played a team by the name of Superfriends, who romped us 6-2. Rachel, a good friend of ours (who is normally on our team) was playing against us, and she's good. Unfortunately, our team was (jokingly) giving her a rough time before the game, so afterwards she reciprocated.
I had quite the game. This was after over an hour of squash with Brenden, earlier in the day, too, so I felt somewhat in shape compared to the rest of my team, who really did not seem to be hustling.
I was closing space well, making many steals, and I held up the ball and passed smartly in our attacking third. How it didn't amount to something, I don't know. I also just about beat two of their best players using my patented back heel wall pass and then just pure speed, but then I got fouled. It looked good, though.
Both of our goals were Jay's usually cross court magic, the second coming before the end of the game, when it was all but won for us. I heard two lonely claps, coming from my dad, who stopped once he realized nobody else in the entire complex was clapping.
As nice as Jay's goals are, he needs to pass the ball more. Much more. As in... I'm open, in front of their net with an easy and open pass route, and he has three people right on him kind-of pass the ball more.
Monday's game was a mess. Team Gigantic played a team by the name of Superfriends, who romped us 6-2. Rachel, a good friend of ours (who is normally on our team) was playing against us, and she's good. Unfortunately, our team was (jokingly) giving her a rough time before the game, so afterwards she reciprocated.
I had quite the game. This was after over an hour of squash with Brenden, earlier in the day, too, so I felt somewhat in shape compared to the rest of my team, who really did not seem to be hustling.
I was closing space well, making many steals, and I held up the ball and passed smartly in our attacking third. How it didn't amount to something, I don't know. I also just about beat two of their best players using my patented back heel wall pass and then just pure speed, but then I got fouled. It looked good, though.
Both of our goals were Jay's usually cross court magic, the second coming before the end of the game, when it was all but won for us. I heard two lonely claps, coming from my dad, who stopped once he realized nobody else in the entire complex was clapping.
As nice as Jay's goals are, he needs to pass the ball more. Much more. As in... I'm open, in front of their net with an easy and open pass route, and he has three people right on him kind-of pass the ball more.
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