Team Dyer Straits

Tonight we played in a 3 on 3 tournament at my brother's high school. It was a fundraiser for his high school basketball team.  They also had an alumni game and L. played in that too.  The original Dyer Straits is an intramural inner tube water polo team at BYU founded by my siblings that has won a bunch of intramural championships.  I never played intramural inner tube water polo, but I know my siblings have had a lot of fun on that team.

L., who put together this team, used the same name because there were supposed to be at least three brothers playing.  Our team was pretty stacked. Brett L. and I are both 6'3". My brother L. is 6'6" and A. (aka Thor) is 6'9". It was fun playing with those guys because they're all good basketball players and play smart.

Here's a quick video showing our teamwork in action:

Plus, it's always fun to play with my brothers. I was disappointed that S. was a last minute no show because he couldn't get his work schedule changed.  Even though L. is  tall, he has an outstanding jumpshot:

I also managed to get a shot of L. dunking before the alumni game.  He makes it look pretty easy:

I also managed to put down a few:

(thanks to Brett L. for directing traffic out there!  :-)

We won all 3 of our games--the first two were blowouts (15-2 and 15-4) and the last was a little too close for comfort. We won by a score of 15-13, but were down 13-9 after they hit a few surprise 3 pointers. We cranked up the "D" and put the game away though. 

Here are some pics from the festivities...

Pre-game warm ups.

Brett L. shoots a 3.

A. shows his mid-range game.

My miracle nephew.

L. goes in for the dunk. 

Brett L. hits a layup.

L. catches a pass.

L., A., and Brett L., it was fun playing tonight.  I'm looking forward to next year!  (S., we need you next year too!)

48 Hours on Bluff Street

I had a basketball game Monday night.  I thought I'd be sore but the post-race massage I got was money!  I felt almost like normal out on the court even though 48 hours before, I had been running on the streets of St. George (including Bluff Street) trying to finish as best I could my first full Ironman race.

On the ride home from the race, my brother challenged me to see if I could still dunk even though I had done the race just two days before.  (Sometimes I think that we ought to add some sort of basketball skills competition--three point shooting or dunking ideally--to the triathlon so that I might have a prayer of winning one day!)  Generally, doing long endurance-type competitions doesn't do much for the fast twitch muscle fibers that you need to jump high.  I'm glad I was able to successfully respond to his challenge.

PS--The title of this post is inspired by a couple of television shows that you may or may not have ever seen.  As a kid, I remember Dan Rather had a groundbreaking show called 48 Hours on Crack Street.  It talked about the scourge of crack cocaine and it seemed like some class in junior high was always forcing us to watch it.  Today, one of my favorite weekend shows is 48 Hours Mystery.

PPS--Kaari, feel free to just skip this post altogether!  ;)