Donald Williams, Ringer

Just when I thought there were no more new ways for me to hate Carolina, Donald Williams lights me up for 40. So some friends of mine and I decided to get a basektball team together for a fall rec league. We’ve got solid players, including some former high school players, but most of us are carrying a few more pounds than in our athletic primes in the late ’90s. The sign up sheet stated in bold letters “NO A LEAGUE TEAMS,” so we’re thinking we might be able to make a little noise. After a couple of setbacks, the schedule finally came out last week. Our first game was tonight against a team called WRAL, so jokes were flying all day  about posting up Greg Fishel.  I sized up the competition as we warmed up and they looked to be more athletic than us, but not unbeatable.  After missing our first shot, WRAL cam down court and one of their players pulled from about 25 feet, straight draino. Rinse, repeat and we’re down by 6-0.  During a timeout one of our players said “I think that’s Donald Williams.”  We dismiss the comments thinking a former NCAA Final Four Most Outstanding Player award winner wouldn’t be caught dead in a league full of out of shape weekend warriors.  Well, when we got down by 20 something one of our players walked up to the scorers table and looked at the scorebook.  “Williams, D.”  Great.  We’re arguing about wanting to be on the bench because we’re so out of shape and now we have to contend with former professional basketball player.  There’s no hero comeback story here.  We got our ass kicked.  Donald probably had around 40 with about 10 3s and I don’t think he even tried very hard.  I mean I realize the guy is 35, but how fun could that be for him?  There are, in fact, competitive basketball leagues in Raleigh. 

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