From the moment I watched Duke trudge off looking like they collectively swallowed owl dung, I was waiting for you to break this circus down, Mark.
First thing I read this morning, which is likely the smartest thing I'll do all day. Fun, engaging read. Thanks as always for bringing perspective and entertainment.
Duke’s Mason Gillis got whistled for a flagrant foul, which led to a 3-point play, while you were cleaning up the nacho plates and the bean dip. Houston kept sawing wood. It was 59-53 with 5:55 left, 59-55 with 5:03 left. Duke had turned off the switch, in plain sight, but no one was leaving.
By now you know that the Cougars came all the way back and won, 70-67, and Duke had only one basket in the last 10 ½ minutes. But that one was a 3-pointer by Flagg that pushed the lead to nine points with three minutes remaining. Surely that was the ballgame. Instead, Houston continued its undercover work, scoring on foul shots with the clock stopped, snatching offensive rebounds and almost every loose ball, bothering Blue Devil shots. Meanwhile, Duke’s legs went dead. The movement that makes their offense so dynamic dried up, as everyone deferred to Flagg. The Cougars, older and with more scar tissue, actually got quicker. Defense is an energy drink for them. It’s where they’re comfortable.
Love your retelling of what I watched. Your writing is its own miracle … and its own result of hard work. Keep on come what may, Mark.
From the moment I watched Duke trudge off looking like they collectively swallowed owl dung, I was waiting for you to break this circus down, Mark.
First thing I read this morning, which is likely the smartest thing I'll do all day. Fun, engaging read. Thanks as always for bringing perspective and entertainment.
Good stuff:
Duke’s Mason Gillis got whistled for a flagrant foul, which led to a 3-point play, while you were cleaning up the nacho plates and the bean dip. Houston kept sawing wood. It was 59-53 with 5:55 left, 59-55 with 5:03 left. Duke had turned off the switch, in plain sight, but no one was leaving.
By now you know that the Cougars came all the way back and won, 70-67, and Duke had only one basket in the last 10 ½ minutes. But that one was a 3-pointer by Flagg that pushed the lead to nine points with three minutes remaining. Surely that was the ballgame. Instead, Houston continued its undercover work, scoring on foul shots with the clock stopped, snatching offensive rebounds and almost every loose ball, bothering Blue Devil shots. Meanwhile, Duke’s legs went dead. The movement that makes their offense so dynamic dried up, as everyone deferred to Flagg. The Cougars, older and with more scar tissue, actually got quicker. Defense is an energy drink for them. It’s where they’re comfortable.