Alright, alright, let’s talk about this basketball game, the Mavs and the Timber-what’s-it-called, Timberwolves, yeah, that’s it. My grandson, he’s always yellin’ ’bout these fellas, so I watched it, kinda sorta.
First off, that Anthony Edwards kid, he’s somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. They said he’s super young, shootin’ those balls from way out yonder, three-pointers they call ’em. He was hot like a firecracker at the start, scorchin’ hot they said on the TV. Made a whole bunch of ’em, fast as a chicken pecking corn. They said he’s the youngest ever to make so many of them three-pointers, somethin’ like 800. Imagine that, a young whippersnapper like him, showin’ off like that. He’s a real pistol, that one.
But then, somethin’ happened. Don’t ask me what, exactly. Maybe he got tired, maybe he ate somethin’ funny, who knows? But he slowed down, like a tractor stuck in mud. He wasn’t makin’ those long shots no more, missed a few, and then the Mavs, they started catchin’ up. Basketball’s a funny game that way, one minute you’re up, the next you’re down, like a seesaw in the playground.
- That Luka fella, the one for the Mavs, he’s good too. Big fella, moves like a cat, sneaky-like. He ain’t flashy like that Edwards kid, but he gets the job done.
- He’s always dribblin’ the ball, lookin’ around, then bam! He passes it to someone who shoots it in. Or sometimes, he shoots it himself, and it goes in swish! He’s like a fox in the henhouse, always findin’ a way to score.
Now, the Timberwolves, they got some other good players too. Big fellas, tall as trees, jumpin’ and runnin’ all over the place. But sometimes, they make silly mistakes. Throwing the ball away, foulin’ people when they shouldn’t. It’s like they got butter on their fingers, losin’ the ball all the time. My grandson, he yells at the TV when that happens, says they’re playin’ like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off.
The game went back and forth, like a ping pong match. One team scores, then the other team scores. It was excitin’, I gotta admit, even for an old woman like me. My heart was thumpin’ like a drum solo sometimes, especially when it was close. Near the end, it was real tight, anybody coulda won.
But in the end, the Mavs, they pulled it off. They made some good shots, played good defense, and didn’t make too many mistakes. They were smarter, maybe. Or maybe they just got lucky, who knows? That Luka fella, he was smilin’ at the end, happy as a clam. Edwards kid, he looked kinda sad, but hey, that’s basketball, you can’t win ’em all.
I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout the draft, where they pick the players. They said somethin’ about Sacramento, makin’ a bad choice years ago. Seems like they coulda had that Edwards kid, but they picked somebody else. Hindsight’s twenty-twenty, they say. It’s like pickin’ apples, sometimes you get a good one, sometimes you get a rotten one. Sacramento, they got themselves a rotten apple, I guess.
Anyway, that’s how I saw it, this Mavs and Timberwolves game. It was a good one, excitin’ and close. Two good teams, battlin’ it out. Sometimes one team wins, sometimes the other. That’s life, ain’t it? Just like farmin’, sometimes you get a good harvest, sometimes you don’t. You just gotta keep on tryin’, keep on fightin’, and hope for the best. And that Anthony Edwards kid, he’ll be alright. He’s young, he’ll learn. He’ll be back, shootin’ those three-pointers, and maybe next time, he’ll win.
