As predicted, the Lady 'Stangs battled the Muskrats (Muskratettes?) of Algonac and walked off the court victorious with a 41-20 win, boosting our record to 3-2.
The highlight was our tip-off play. Our goal is to score within two seconds. It took us four. I'm still a happy coach. I'd diagram the play or discuss our tip-off philosophy, but word on Blog Boulevard is that 'Stang opponents are aware of the powerful team and are anonymously lurking in Blogville hoping to read some tidbits that will help them defeat the young powerhouse. I'll just say that as soon as we scored, I looked up and saw 7:56. It foreshadowed how well the 'Stangs would play that night.
However, the win was tarnished with my technical foul. To my players, I teach the need for control, modesty, humility, and poise. I can't spin a tale that justifies vulgarity or the lack of control. I can't spin a tale that explains why it's good to have veins popping out of my neck and forehead while screaming at the ref. I can't even describe the vociferous verbal offerings that reveal my superiority over the black and white striped adjudicators jogging on the court.
All I can say is...I forgot to enter one of my girls in the score book.
Bob Knight, forgive me.