I've said this before, but I'll say it again: I love winning, but not nearly as much as I despise losing. Losing more than one game in a row is the absolute worst. I won't pretend this is unfamiliar territory for me--most of you know my college background and are aware that I know what it's like to lose games consecutively. However, losing is not one of those things that becomes easier over time or with increased experience; it's quite the opposite, rather. Even worse still, is losing games to teams you should beat. Sitting in 11th place, Bamberg was exactly that, a team we should beat but instead lost to for a whole host of reasons: poor rebounding, poor defense, and terrible effort. The last one stings the most. Adding injury to insult, my teammate nearly broke my face with her elbow and sidelined me with a bloody nose in the first half. I finished with 19 points and we lost by 6. Incidentally, the loss hurt exceedingly more than the dismantled face. Perhaps the only positive from that game was that there was no permanent damage to my perfect little nose, just some temporary swelling and pain. Look, God blesses all of us--some people can type really freakishly fast, some people can multiply large numbers in their heads and others received the gift of parallel parking. Me? God gave me the most delightful little nose, without which my face would lose distinguishability from every other face with two eyes and a mouth. I can't allow that to happen.
We played Oberhausen this past weekend who hasn't lost in about 6-7 games now, but who won only 1 of their first 9. I was really anxious for this game. I wanted to erase the Bamberg disaster as well as avoid consecutive losses. This game wasn't much different though, I'm afraid. We didn't really show up till the 4th quarter and unfortunately, we don't play in the NBA and we simply aren't good enough to do that. We rebounded better and defended better, sporadically, but we turned the ball over 20 times and missed like 12 eassssssy buckets. I had 29 points, 9 rebounds and 4 steals and we lost 59-74. No silver lining for this game, this one just hurt.
A few weeks back our team had a photo shoot similar to the ones I had in Chemnitz last season. The photographer asked us to stage some action poses and she flashed away. I am still not sure how these photos will be used, but here are a couple of the shots they'll potentially select. A bit better than last year I'd say, though those pictures really weren't tough to beat.
Morty celebrated her 24th birthday yesterday. Being that is was her first birthday away from home, I felt responsible for making it especially enjoyable. Monday night the team took her to the English movie showing in Braunschweig. Once it was midnight and officially her birthday, Bri and I bombarded her room and surprised her with balloons and a tasty peanut-butter oreo blondie cake. Before practice we gave her her present from the team and later that night before dinner Bri and I gave her more presents just from us. We finished the evening watching the 4th Harry Potter and hanging out. I really don't know how you beat that.