Re: The Photographic Side of NBA 2K18
So when I was in 10th grade I somehow found myself starting for my school's varsity squad as a 6'2'' 160-pound power forward. I was so timid my first game that I'm not even sure I attempted a shot.
Halfway through my second game, I still hadn't scored my first varsity bucket. It sort of seemed like I was just running around and watching the game happen from the outside looking in. Then, midway through the second quarter, our do-it-all point guard drove the lane and drew just about every defender on the floor, slipping a pass right into my lap on the opposite block.
I was wide open. The 6'8'' 255-pound Deebo stand-in I was matched up with left his feet to contest what he thought was going to be a layup on the other side of the floor. I remember thinking my first varsity points had finally arrived; what a relief it was to finally end the drought. All I had to do was to make sure I didn't go up really slow and weak.
I went up really slow and weak.
Deebo, who eventually spent three years in prison and is now an aspiring bodybuilder, was so far out of position that I didn't think it was going to matter. Instead, I unintentionally set him up for the world's greatest volleyball spike. I even shot it with my right hand on the left side of the floor, just to make things easier for him. He erased my layup and I remember falling down, even though he didn't make any body contact.
Long story short, this screenshot gives me PTSD because it's pretty much a one-to-one re-creation of what I experienced that one fateful night, long, long ago.
So when I was in 10th grade I somehow found myself starting for my school's varsity squad as a 6'2'' 160-pound power forward. I was so timid my first game that I'm not even sure I attempted a shot.
Halfway through my second game, I still hadn't scored my first varsity bucket. It sort of seemed like I was just running around and watching the game happen from the outside looking in. Then, midway through the second quarter, our do-it-all point guard drove the lane and drew just about every defender on the floor, slipping a pass right into my lap on the opposite block.
I was wide open. The 6'8'' 255-pound Deebo stand-in I was matched up with left his feet to contest what he thought was going to be a layup on the other side of the floor. I remember thinking my first varsity points had finally arrived; what a relief it was to finally end the drought. All I had to do was to make sure I didn't go up really slow and weak.
I went up really slow and weak.
Deebo, who eventually spent three years in prison and is now an aspiring bodybuilder, was so far out of position that I didn't think it was going to matter. Instead, I unintentionally set him up for the world's greatest volleyball spike. I even shot it with my right hand on the left side of the floor, just to make things easier for him. He erased my layup and I remember falling down, even though he didn't make any body contact.
Long story short, this screenshot gives me PTSD because it's pretty much a one-to-one re-creation of what I experienced that one fateful night, long, long ago.
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