We Are the Champions... My friends.
I'm certain that all you faithful reader's out there remember with chagrin last spring's post about Team Pediatric's shameful first round elimination from the UCSF intramural basketball league playoffs. The end of the summer league yielded much more satisfying results...
Team Peds lost their opening two games, mostly due to the absence of 6'7" giant Geoff Chapin's dominating presence under the boards (although this picture can attest to his sweet mid-range jumper) and Yao (Henry) Cheng's inspired/gutty play all over the court.
But with those two workhorses back in the stable, the team racked up a 4-2 record heading into the playoffs.
The night was filled with tension... in the first game, Geoff used brute force to overcome the opposing team's "Hack-a-Shaq" approach...
...and Stanford Heath Ackley made the opposing team pay from outside when they tried to double-up on Geoff inside. End Result = ~30 pt. win for Team Peds.
The championship game was a scrum in all aspects. Cheap shots, flagrant abuses, and name calling were commonplace. At one point, C-Buck was dangerously close to getting a beat down by a very large and very angry opposing power forward.
Still, Team Peds rose above and stretched the lead to a comfortable margin during the second half.
The Big Man was even emboldened enough to throw up a 3 (which, naturally, hit nothing but net.)
Final Result = Team Peds claiming their rightful place on top of the intramural heap in convincing fashion.
L->R: C. Buck (prototypical small forward... can bang it underneath and yet has the sweetest shot on the team), C-No (team mascot), GlitterTong (marshalls the offense at point), Paul (consensus MVP of the playoffs... able to dunk convincingly, and thus is my hero), Chapes (need more be said?), and Heath (can do it all... tight D, clutch three's, and slashes to the hoop like a knife through butter) Not pictured: Yao Cheng (who was at a wedding that he was unable to reschedule to accomodate the playoffs) and Dr. McCabe (on call, or some other lame excuse for not showing up.)
With sweet victory ours, we headed to our usual post-game haunt... the Kezar Bar.
C-Buck not only ate a full dinner at the bar, but also pounded down 2/3's of a burrito someone brought.
Looks like he is beginning to regret that.
After a year of post-game libations at Kezar Bar, we finally got one of the waitresses to join in the fun.
Strong work by all involved.
Team Peds lost their opening two games, mostly due to the absence of 6'7" giant Geoff Chapin's dominating presence under the boards (although this picture can attest to his sweet mid-range jumper) and Yao (Henry) Cheng's inspired/gutty play all over the court.
But with those two workhorses back in the stable, the team racked up a 4-2 record heading into the playoffs.
The night was filled with tension... in the first game, Geoff used brute force to overcome the opposing team's "Hack-a-Shaq" approach...
...and Stanford Heath Ackley made the opposing team pay from outside when they tried to double-up on Geoff inside. End Result = ~30 pt. win for Team Peds.
The championship game was a scrum in all aspects. Cheap shots, flagrant abuses, and name calling were commonplace. At one point, C-Buck was dangerously close to getting a beat down by a very large and very angry opposing power forward.
Still, Team Peds rose above and stretched the lead to a comfortable margin during the second half.
The Big Man was even emboldened enough to throw up a 3 (which, naturally, hit nothing but net.)
Final Result = Team Peds claiming their rightful place on top of the intramural heap in convincing fashion.
L->R: C. Buck (prototypical small forward... can bang it underneath and yet has the sweetest shot on the team), C-No (team mascot), GlitterTong (marshalls the offense at point), Paul (consensus MVP of the playoffs... able to dunk convincingly, and thus is my hero), Chapes (need more be said?), and Heath (can do it all... tight D, clutch three's, and slashes to the hoop like a knife through butter) Not pictured: Yao Cheng (who was at a wedding that he was unable to reschedule to accomodate the playoffs) and Dr. McCabe (on call, or some other lame excuse for not showing up.)
With sweet victory ours, we headed to our usual post-game haunt... the Kezar Bar.
C-Buck not only ate a full dinner at the bar, but also pounded down 2/3's of a burrito someone brought.
Looks like he is beginning to regret that.
After a year of post-game libations at Kezar Bar, we finally got one of the waitresses to join in the fun.
Strong work by all involved.
posted by Carl Nosek at 12:40 AM
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