Thompson
MD, Joe
On-court: As I did in Part 1, we’ll start with the
Captain of our team, and my gosh what a leader of men he is. He gets better and better with each passing
PCTI, despite “retiring” after each and every one. The bar was set so high coming into PCTI I
after such a prolific career at Rhodes that it’s a testament to the man JT is
that he can motivate himself to show up year after year with such pressure to
be so good. All I knew about Joe coming
in was that he actually played college ball, so you’d understand why I’d
question exactly what kind of ball they were playing over there when he came
out in Game 1 of PCTI I with a nice 1-14 showing, including 0-7 from deep (after
that game I thought perhaps Rhodes was an acronym for the Research Hacienda Of
Deaf & Exceptional Students). He
made up for his efforts in the following game, and has been a positive
contributor ever since. AHOP and I say
this all the time (read: once in passing conversation), but I think Joe is the
best offensive rebounder in PCTI when he wants to be. He is also a master of the reach-around
steal, which can’t be a coincidence ;).
My signature move for Joe, though, happens once per PCTI, and that is
him making some mind-numbingly difficult layup with people all around him, and
then letting Deuce and the rest of PCTI know about it. As if those crazy layups didn’t prove
difficult enough, Joe added getting fouled AND making the shot in PCTI
III. Can’t wait to see what’s in store
for IV.
Off-court: A humble man of many hats (but not shoes…GREY
NEWBIES 4 LIFE), the Doctor is the ultimate showman. He’s what we in the biz like to call a
five-tool celebrity: he can act, he can
dance, he can sing, he can hoop, AND DID I MENTION HE CAN ACT??? IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, HERE IS SOME OF HIS
FINER WORK FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE. I
REALLY THOUGHT THAT HE DIED L.
Sabin,
Jeff
On-court: To say that Sabin was the only member of LFTK
that showed up last year for all four games would be a drastic
understatement. Quite frankly the man
shot the snot out of the basketball, and it was a shame he didn’t have someone
step up to try and help him out.
Instead, he’ll go down as the worst captain in PCTI history…certainly
not all his fault, but hey facts are facts.
This year, he’ll come in with a new mindset, seeing that his tactics
from last year didn’t quite pay off. A
hatchet was buried during the draft in one of the more shocking moves of the
off-season, and Sabin has accepted his role as loyal soldier in the Foot Clan. As for his on-court signature move, one needs
to look no further than last year’s display:
the jump shot, specifically from mid-range. No, I’m not talking about the 1-on-4
transition pull-up from 20 feet that he loved so much during PCTI II…I’m
talking about the in-rhythm contained jumpers that he buried at a 59/79/90
(!!!) clip last year. Grandfather PCTI
is keeping alive the standard 2-pointer; hell I’m not convinced he even knows
what that curvy semi-circle surrounding the goal stands for. Because I haven’t been able to shoot a “jump
shot” since, well, never, I catch myself marveling at the guys who can actually
shoot them. They’re pretty when they
work, like below.
Off-court: Another man I don’t know very well outside of
PCTI, Sabin actually has a family to take care of (and he won’t be the only one
here soon…I see you Danie. Twin girls comin). Also a fitness freak in the McKinney mold,
Sabin is probably the only person to compete in any kind of marathon in PCTI,
so I’m going with that. The regimented
training he undertakes just for this 3-day competition that happens once a year
is quite impressive when you think about it, as it means that much to him that
he’ll put in the work to be ready, and I can applaud that. Just makes the rest of us feel like corncobs,
but hey, I’d probably be doing everything I could to stay in shape if I was
pushing 40 and still in this thing. The
cherry on top was the pic stick he threw up on the FB of his children after
THEIR first marathon/race…I have no idea how old they are, but man does he have
them laser-focused at quite the young age.
I was entirely more concerned with making that GOT DAMN DOG ON DUCK HUNT
QUIT LAUGHING AT ME than I was of even THINKING about doing anything to better
myself physically.
Van
Horne, Bruiser
On-court: The Bruise clearly didn’t earn his moniker by
taking it easy on people. I’ve already
admitted that I was a bit intimidating by Bruiser when I first played with him,
because he just had that look of a football guy who thought he was still
playing football, except on a different surface. Having played with him for a while now, I
must say he’s got much more basketball acumen than I ever would have thought if
you asked me back then. Now whether he
actually touches a basketball between PCTI’s is a legitimate question, but he’s
not here for his finesse. He’s a banger
plain and simple, AND THAT’S WHAT BRUISER DOES:
CRABCAKES AND FOOTBALL BASKETBALL. Building on this notion, my signature move
for Bruiser is actually pretty fun to watch, and it’s a shame that he only
realizes it 1-2 times per PCTI. It’s
when he realizes that he is pretty much immovable in the post, puts his defender
in jail, and powermoves him for an easy Deuce (Hite). Hell it was the first basket in PCTI II! You have to wonder if his scorching start
with his jumper in PCTI III made him abandon his post game. But here’s hoping that we can all catch more
than one or two glimpses of the Juggernaut in PCTI IV.
Off-court: The Bruiser is really just a teddy bear on
the inside, and he’s fresh off a new marriage to boot. He’s had quite a busy off-season, and you
can’t help but wonder if he’s going to be all there when PCTI IV rolls
around. The one thing you don’t have to
worry about with Ian: the incredible
curvature of his hat collection. I mean,
THAT BEND! They’re all perfect
upside-down U’s. Hopefully I can find
some one-on-one time with the man during IV to find out his secrets, and
hopefully Deuce will be there to document it so I don’t forget. PS- Good lord some of the people in these pics.
Donley,
Scotty 2
On-court: I wanted to use this space to remember a
fallen comrade of ours. He came into our
lives nearly one year ago today, and he made quite an impression in his short
time with us. We had our ups and downs
with him, but in the end we’ll remember him for what he was to all of us: a great friend, and better lover. RIP ZORRO…Now, Donley is one of those guys
who doesn’t stand out in one particular category, but is just solid across the
board. Cockstrong I believe the term
is? Despite gravity-defying layups and
lucky block parties, I’m going to flip the script a little bit and peg Donley’s
signature move as one I haven’t actually seen before, but have heard the legend
as spoken by his peers: the patented
Donley up-and-under. No PCTI
photographic evidence exists of this mythical move…I’m calling it the
Yeti. When it does finally rear its beautiful
head, I expect a celebration sequence of epic proportions. Since I have no stick of this move, I will
instead use one of my favorite shots of Scotty 2 Donley instead.
Off-court: I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a good
portion of my PCTI IV preparatory talks with none other than the Donley, and my
how wonderful it has been. Hey Scott,
you remember that one thing you said that one time?! OMG LOL!!! We were just bros being bros…BASH BROS THAT
IS. DOUBLE B’S, SON. Despite nearly giving malaria/pneumonia/whooping
cough/hemorrhoids to everyone on the first day last year, he was able to shake
it off and have an influence on the social scene. But his signature off-court move, you ask? The faux hawk, ladies and gentlemen, the faux
hawk…so hot right now.
Murray,
Wesley
On-court: Gotcha!
You guys thought I was gonna call him some restaurant name, didn’t
you? That joke has been beaten like a
dead horse…although if Murray keeps playing as poorly as he has, we might have
to take him behind the gym and euthanize him after IV. It’s no secret that Sir Wes-Eats-a-Lot’s game
has taken a steady decline since his PCTI debut. Frankly, at times last year he looked lost
and disinterested. Having played with
him over the holidays, it is clear he is not quite where he used to be, but he
seems to be rejuvenated and ready to play some good basketball at IV. His silence via all technological formats
adds to the mounting anticipation we all are beginning to experience, and that is
wondering what he’ll look like and how he’ll play this year, and if we’ll have
to nominate him as the first candidate to be voted out of PCTI due to pure
talent deterioration. No matter what
happens during IV, though, someone is GUARANSHEED to get the Wes Murray
special: a box-out that looks completely
illegal and borderline malicious. You
simply will not get that rebound, and if you do it will be an over-the-back on
you. Asshole.
Off-court: Oh who the F am I kidding…
Dear Wes,
Clean
that shit up. Love, your equally
terrible and out-of-shape friend
Spotlight,
no last name needed
On-court: You’ve got to be pretty fucking cool to only
need one name. Prince. Yao.
Enya. Raffi. All of these folks exemplify the word “cool,”
and Spotlight is no different. The guy
just has an aura about him. Being the
only person to never lose a game in PCTI history also carries some major Klout,
and Spotlight will look to bring that winning pedigree to his squad this
year. While being pretty solid across
the board, you can’t even think about Spotlight’s game without two simply basic
yet devastating maneuvers: the back-cut,
and the rebound. The guy is guaransheed
to get loose from his defender for an uncontested layup or two solely due to
his back-cut. He sets it up so well,
even when you know it’s coming. Having
played Spot a few times over the holidays, I have experienced its greatness
firsthand, and we’ve developed some pretty killer chemistry. I am excite to display, yes. Additionally, have you ever encountered a
better rebounding guard? Show me someone
who says yes to that question, and I will show you a liar. Here’s how the caption of this photo would
read, if there was one: “MY BOARD”
–Spotlight
Off-court: A devastating womanizer, Spot has the ability
to have any woman eating out of the palm of his hand with intelligent
conversation and vivacious stubble. I
almost watched him single-handedly convert the best looking IRL (in real life)
lesbian I have ever seen back onto the cranny ax (aka penis). It’s a wonder she was able to get out of there
un-mounted. Whether it be some random
lesbian or the lead singer of a house band, no one is safe from the wrath of
the artist formerly known as Patrick Higdon.
I kind of hope he brings some sort of flashlight/light fixture to the
bars in Scottsdale to shine onto his intended target, just so she can prepare
mentally/physically for what’s about to happen to her. JUST LET IT HAPPEN GIRL. IT HURTS SO GOOD.
Carney,
Big Bad Brent
On-court: We all know why I put Brent down here at the
bottom…to ensure that he was able to read the post so that DTOMFS doesn’t take
his own email to heart and try to expel BC on bogus terms. Because BC and I have never played together
(except for PCTI I), I’m looking forward to the birth of the #fearthedeer duo
that will wreak havoc on Team That. This
strapping young buck can do it all on the floor, and as he so astutely pointed
out in II, there is no better lock for the guy who is going to get his while
his team is getting thrashed. The way he
examines the stat sheet and is not surprised to learn he just went for like
26/10 makes me chuckle every time, and his the aftermath of his signature moves
also makes me chuckle every time. The
BBBC sig happens once a year, and it’s always the same: he’ll go to work on the block/elbow, get to
the rim, get fouled, get his own board, get fouled again, get that board, get
hacked again, and then either get fouled again and finally get the call, or get
fouled again and lose possession. The
look on his face after that sequence signals the coming of the other on-court
signature, the BC tantrum. It can take
many forms, but for the most part it is a passive-aggressive, condescending remark
directed at the official who swallowed his whistle on the previous
possession. My favorite encounter, from
PCTI III, went something like this: (the
possession right after BC got mauled a few times and lost the pill) Ref—“Foul
on 40! (making signal of a hack on the arm)…BC—“Oh, did I get him on the
arm?”…so nonchalant and callous. Laugh
every time.
Before:
Off-court: I, along with everyone else, appreciate the
work that Deuce does in capturing these putrid displays of basketball on film
for us every year. How one can subject
themselves to that, no matter the compensation, is beyond me. But what I hope becomes a permanent fixture
in that part of PCTI, and BBBC’s bread and butter, is the interviews conducted
before, during, and after games in PCTI III.
It really added to the overall feel of the vid sticks, and there is no
one better for the job than Carney. He
always asked the thought-provoking questions on the pods, and I thought he did
a great job of mixing things up with different members of PCTI throughout the
interview process last year. OMG I don’t
even remember what I said last year because I was soooo nervous getting
interviewed by such a presence. Here’s
hoping they become a staple moving forward.
#fearthedeer
Wilson,
Benjamin
On-court: It’s not quite as fun to make fun of
yourself, and I fear I’ve wasted all of my jokes on the rest of you, so I’ll
make it short and sweet to wrap it up. Everything
that everyone says about me is true, except for B-EZ making DWade my NBA
comparison in the Dead Sea scrolls. I’m
a great defender, a better lover, and the best hustle guy in this thing. I think my signature move is taking and
making one truly horrendous shot each year that no logical human should even
think about shooting. I think I blackout
during the lead-up to whatever shot this is and then come to once it’s
over. Josh and I are the main culprits
of taking bad shots, but man do these particular shots take the cake, yet they
can’t be heavily criticized because they go in.
There has to be some inner “what the hell was that?” dialogue in
everyone when it happens, but the conversion of said stupid shot keeps those
thoughts buried inside. I’d have to run
the film back for PCTI I, but I remember the shot in PCTI II that takes this
award: the one-handed right-handed
floater thing (while driving left) from the FT line with a Smo in my face (it
was a banked And 1!!!). PCTI III? One of the better shots of just how dumb I
can be.
Off-court: I was adopted by bears.
Stealing Cranny Ax. Def in top 2 for Post of the Year.
ReplyDeleteQuality, quality, quality. The posts have become increasingly outstanding as we approach IV. Well done, Grizzly Bear.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Grandfather PCTI
StickMan really has perfected the U.
ReplyDeleteCan't be having the sun get in from ANY angles.
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