We went to a Roadrunner game this evening, and wow!, it was a good one. It is the most heart, energy, intensity, fire, or whatever else you want to use to describe that intangible that every coach seeks from his players, that I have ever seen a Roadrunner team play with. Maybe it was because they were behind, and by as many as 17 in the first half due to poor defense and missed layups. The second half opened up with Joe hitting back to back 3s and a big Roadrunner run. Woodward finally got it together and responded but the Roadrunners gradually gained on them. Now I will mention the game was being called very loose but relatively consistent. I will also mention that Woodward was an all-black team which means they played athletic but a little sloppy (though not nearly as sloppy as most inner city teams from around here). So the game ends up getting tied 71-71 with about 2 minutes left. Then Woodward went up by four but the Roadrunners battled back and its 75-75. A guy for Woodward drives the lane uncontested in some chaos but Joe steps in front and takes a charge with 30 seconds left. Roadrunners turn it over, 2-on-2 break but the guy misses the layup with a little contact. Rebound fought for and lost and then a held ball. Arrow to Roadrunners with 1.6 seconds left. Timeout Roadrunners. Dave lobs to Joe just shy of half court with a guy on his hip. The guy thinks he'll shoot after one dribble and jumps to block it. Joe takes an extra dribble, launches a 30-footer...SWISH!!! What a game! Woodward 75, Omaha 78!!! Electric atmosphere.
And apparently Mom prayed in the morning that Joe would have a successful game.