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To my knowledge mine is the only jersey hanging in the rafters of my stake center (or any stake center). No one will ever wear the number .40 again!!! (Yes that is .40 as in what my gpa was straight through high school.)
 
I was the Demarcus Cousins of my church ball league. Always arguing with the refs, got kicked out of bball one season. My coach was awful; didn't know very much about basketball: just line 'em up: tallest guys are centers, shortest guys are guards.
 
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The Jazz Wonderbra said:
At 14 I hit a half court turn around and chuck buzzer shot in a wardball regions game. We won the game by 1 with no time left when it went through the net. I jumped around like John Stockton when he sent the jazz to the finals. Glory days!
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Haha. This happened in my church ball game too. In overtime. I was the one with the assist.
 
The Jazz Wonderbra said:
At 14 I hit a half court turn around and chuck buzzer shot in a wardball regions game. We won the game by 1 with no time left when it went through the net. I jumped around like John Stockton when he sent the jazz to the finals. Glory days!
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Haha. This happened in my church ball game too. In overtime. I was the one with the assist.
 
My biggest but lame basketball moment came when I was living in Russia and teamed up with some missionaries to beat the local University team. I played center against their 6'7" and 6'9" dudes. I'm 6'2". After getting a black eye from an elbow on the clear out, I adjusted to the reffing and undercut the big SOB's, and elbowed on the picks like vintage Stockton. I was dirty as Hell and we won by 4 after a furious comeback.

I limped like I had been assaulted on the way out. But felt good about myself. . . Until I passed the other team in the locker room and saw them smoking and passing around the bottle of vodka. I'll bet the prima ballerinas across town were doing the same. . .
 
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