Comfort is freezing inside the Entertainment Centre on a blustering scanch of humidity and cracking heat. A venture of old missing from the past few months. Recollection and recognition of names and plays fading through the stands. Sydney Kings are without dunk machine Rolan Roberts, in his place, the crowding of the ring from the Razorbacks makes up the quota. Their efforts are wily though rather off the pace to keep anything but a respectable loss within their sights.
The Lion and his slingshot shoots a beanie into the air that lands only a few steps away. After the realisation of a simple movement to collect comes and passes, the second-guessing jumps back into the mind of things. So close, and yet, even closer were a step taken.
Miles Pearce from West Sydney is a heavy hitter, his sheer force of presence like a mad man out for blood. Dangerous to a degree, his flailing hair shoots from the scalp like a rocket blast for a quick temper. Contagion hits the other Razorbacks players as their offence and defence smacks of desperation.
Entertainment from the cheerleaders, half-time and the Lion hover above a slight pop of work. Execution having no faults from the dancers, excitement is lacking all round. Constantly moving out of the way of fidgety kids leaves the legs with a workout otherwise gone from the schedule.
With the 109 to 92 win over the cross town rivals, Kings are relatively untroubled by the attack from the Razorbacks.
Soon Van - Saturday, 31 December 2005 - 17:53
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