Background: 5'8" with a bad vertical, but radical quickness and speed.
High school:
It was more importamnt to do chores on the farm than go out for basketball. With no car, the bus ride home to feed the animals was my only option. I did play some intramurals, where I learned a slick trick for short guys who can't jump.
When the guys who could rebound came down with the ball is when I went up. I could almost always knock the ball out of their hands. I'm surprised more little guys don't use that approach.
College:
I played major amounts of pick8up ball. I was quick enough that I could always get past the guy guarding me (not Ron Mendell) and drive the lane to the hoop. If you've never done that at the speed it takes to get there, you have no idea how hard the ball comes off the board on that "layup". I was always hoping to dump the ball off to a post player, but they were always looking for the rebound instead of the pass.
I had one rather unusual shot that worked for me. I'd back my defender down to about 17' on either side of the FT line and then shoot a trunaround jumper over him. If my defender was still backing up, I['d hit that shot about 60% of the time. One time I tried it against a zone where their switch put me up against a 6'7" guy with great ups. He blocked my shot with his armpit.
I did get invited to a pickup game with the team. Just once.
After college:
I played for the KEYN radio Y-league team when I was in my 30's and hadn't played for 10 years. The most embarrassing thing was trying to run the court. I had been a sprinter and had a forward lean when running. My feet weren't able to keep up with the lean and I actually fell over forward when trying to run at full speed. I worked my way out of that before the season started. It wasn't easy.
I was a 30-something and I was the guy who had to cover the opponents fast breaks, which was typically run by 18-20 year-old guys.
I scored 0 points, but I think I averaged somewhere around 10 assists. and 1 TO. We had a SG who couldn't miss from his spot. I would drive until I pulled his defender onto me, and then I'd just pass him the ball.
High school:
It was more importamnt to do chores on the farm than go out for basketball. With no car, the bus ride home to feed the animals was my only option. I did play some intramurals, where I learned a slick trick for short guys who can't jump.
When the guys who could rebound came down with the ball is when I went up. I could almost always knock the ball out of their hands. I'm surprised more little guys don't use that approach.
College:
I played major amounts of pick8up ball. I was quick enough that I could always get past the guy guarding me (not Ron Mendell) and drive the lane to the hoop. If you've never done that at the speed it takes to get there, you have no idea how hard the ball comes off the board on that "layup". I was always hoping to dump the ball off to a post player, but they were always looking for the rebound instead of the pass.
I had one rather unusual shot that worked for me. I'd back my defender down to about 17' on either side of the FT line and then shoot a trunaround jumper over him. If my defender was still backing up, I['d hit that shot about 60% of the time. One time I tried it against a zone where their switch put me up against a 6'7" guy with great ups. He blocked my shot with his armpit.
I did get invited to a pickup game with the team. Just once.
After college:
I played for the KEYN radio Y-league team when I was in my 30's and hadn't played for 10 years. The most embarrassing thing was trying to run the court. I had been a sprinter and had a forward lean when running. My feet weren't able to keep up with the lean and I actually fell over forward when trying to run at full speed. I worked my way out of that before the season started. It wasn't easy.
I was a 30-something and I was the guy who had to cover the opponents fast breaks, which was typically run by 18-20 year-old guys.
I scored 0 points, but I think I averaged somewhere around 10 assists. and 1 TO. We had a SG who couldn't miss from his spot. I would drive until I pulled his defender onto me, and then I'd just pass him the ball.
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