All the mix in front of the pump house and a throw down with one world meeting another and it's a clash of silences and awkward unknowingness. Where two blokes try and figure each other out without trying to figure each other out. Classic behaviour.
Dropping in on the game with minutes already into the swing of things and the Sydney Kings are hitting hard against the Brisbane Bullets. The visitors from the upper state holding out on and strong to wield a mighty finger of denial time and again of an easy path to the basket. Comedy of errors and bald face bad referee calls make for a humour that spits and spews for the vitriolic bile.
Classy is nothing in any way near the venue as the Bullets with CJ Bruton take the game from a sway of back and forth and into that of a grand standing shoot out at the free throw line. Of a game for the semi-finals of the NBL championships, it's a dead way to watch and the real humour comes in the half-time. If only though.
Crashing kids into each other passes for fun and the hurt of knowing the slipping is occurring doesn't bay a sweat as the towel boys and girls lose their cool and loosen their grips on said wipe down instruments.
Kings are in no way making the finals as the Bullets clear out the final minutes with a few struts down the court to show the people out there just who plays best when working close to fouls and charity balls.
End of the line for the Sydney Kings, down and out losing 86 to the Brisbane Bullets with 93.
Soon Van - Friday, 23 February 2007 - 15:45
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