I stayed up late last night watching the US vs. Spain game for the medal. For anyone who lives in Corvallis without paying for cable, they know this was not an easy feat. For the majority of the first quarter, I struggled [and won] a fight with my old school rabbit ears and succeeded in establishing a screen that was only a little static filled. That feat in itself should earn me a medal...or brownie points.
I settled into bed and proceeded to yell and criticize the game. Fouls, crazy risk shots, and missed free throws? Really?! The US managed to pull a lead early in the game, but with everyone throwing elbows like bridezillas in a discount wedding dress warehouse [name the reference!], Spain was able to catch up. Cue their build up in shooting confidence and the game started to get a little hot. There were impressive unguarded dunks and crazy threes; leading to the a series of "Ohhhhh! YES!" remarks from yours truly. I bet my lame neighbors loved me last night.
Nearing the end of the game, the scores were continuing to be a give and take. Could Spain really just catch up and surpass Team USA? Yeah, not so much. The US pulled an impressive comeback and starting hitting shots and running plays like no tomorrow. With seconds left in the fourth quarter, the US were already celebrating. It was definitely a sight to see.
The medal ceremony was the usual, "it's such a touching moment, I might have to bring a tear to my eye" proud moment. Especially considering I'm just a bystander. But really, I'd like think my yelling at the screen at nearly 1am to be the determining factor in the game. I mean, they could obviously hear me over in Beijing. Kudos for Jason Kidd- being the oldest member of the team. Kudos to LeBron James and Chris Paul for entering their names in history as being part of the magic of the "Redeem Team". The US had a point to make and they made it.
Redeem Team: 118
Plain Spain: 107
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