Why I Love Women's Sports
posted by The Eclectic Cleric at 4:10 PM
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Obi Wannabe Kobe
Old School Reflections on the Meaning of Life, Popular Culture, and the Essential Wisdom of Pick-Up Basketball
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Amazing HS Basketball Shot!
Yes, this is pretty amazing. Also great testimony to the importance of running the floor and crashing the boards, even when it all seems futile. Sometimes the ball takes funny bounces. That's why they call them "hustle plays." (If you miss the shot the first time, the tape cycles through and shows it again before it ends).
posted by The Eclectic Cleric at 4:51 AM
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- Name: The Eclectic Cleric
- Location: Portland, Maine, United States
Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, sailing summers in the San Juan Islands and warding off the gloominess of the incessant winter rains by reading voraciously and drinking more than my fair share of Seattle's Best espresso. Five (count 'em) college degrees, making me an honest-to-God Crimson Dawg Duck Beaver Viking. Have served Unitarian Universalist congregations in both Midland Texas and on Nantucket Island (which made the 2004 election VERY interesting), as well as numerous other smaller UU fellowships along the I-5 corridor in Washington and Oregon. More recently, I relocated from the affluent faux rural suburbs of "the Neighborhood of Boston" (just beyond the Old North Bridge and through the woods, about five miles from the site of Thoreau's cabin at Walden Pond), to the bustling shores of Casco Bay at the southern edge of "Down East." But my ministry at the First Parish in Portland ME was cut short by a diagnosis of Lung Cancer in February, 2008. I currently live outside of Sacramento CA, retired with a permanent and total medical disability, as I battle with my disease and continue to ponder what God has in store for me next.
