#pickandroll

Imagine basketball as a dance floor, and the pick-and-roll is its smoothest tango—a two-player waltz that leaves defenses dizzy. Whether it’s John Stockton setting up Karl Malone for a dunk or Stephen Curry slipping a screen to splash a three, the pick-and-roll is the NBA’s timeless hit. At thephantomcall.com, we’re breaking down the art of the pick-and-roll, explaining how it works, why it’s…

Those Women, in that gym, that day, came to hoop!

No showboating

A few giggles, here and there.

They all had speed.

They all had hops.

And none of them took kindly to bullshit.

Young was in at Center. Trying to sneak and flirt. Not realizing their Center was placing her weight on Him the entire game. Every time the ball came down from a missed shot, she would tug at His shorts, toss her hair back and forth in front of his sweaty face, and box him out.

With all that ass.

Russ was at the Power Forward. He made no effort to hide his flirting. When their 4 she was in the post, he was in the post. He was thrusting his pelvic bone at her like we as at a Cash Out concert. She wasn’t twerkin, but he was definitely jerkin.

Herb was at the Small Forward spot. He had no 3’s to offer. No speed to blow by. He had to depend on his wits and his hops. However, Russ and his opponent, as well as, Young and his matchup clogged the paint. Whenever their 3 got the ball, she was hoisting up the most accurate of 3’s, or she was crossing Herb over and heading down center lane.

Anything you can do,

I can do better,

I can do anything better than you,

(No you cant!)

Yes I CAN!

(No you cant!)

Yes I CAN!

(No you cant!)

Yes I CAN, Yes I CAN, Yes I CAN!

Fitz was in at Shooting Guard. While Fitz was adept at shooting the 3, he had no handles, no speed off of his pivot, and no other real basketball skills to offer. He was flirting too, in between gasps for air, gunning up and down the court. He was overmatched. Overpowered. And made to look like a little...

Not too much.

Then came Cass. He wasn’t flirting. He was flirting, wasn’t talking to his opponent, and doing his best to outwork her. He was fast, but she was quicker than quicksand. He had better hops and handles, but each time they set the pick on Cass, he usually had to run behind not one, but two “Big Men”.

We never really had a chance.

Aside from all their follies, they were able to put together a solid performance. Yet, the same play that cost them the game when D-Run, E’Chi, BrisQuo, and Herb played, was a similar play to how they lost to to the Women’s Team.