1. 12 free throws? Stop flopping with your flopping ass.
2. He all for a little chalav but Gloria right there ready to hold him down and he got a problem with it. Shaking my head.
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what you talking about Willis? The three shot attempts in the last game?
Man's was boogeyman on defense tho
1. The game has some wonky animations, a couple of them should have been easy layups/dunks but then got sucked into (ayo) contact for a foul
2. #message
2a. settling down with your work from your OV (that was alley'd to you and who knows how many others) is nasty behavior. inb4GayleShaming, he was a young pup and that was hearsay.
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Highlight Game: November 15th, 2024 - Madison Square Garden, New York City, NY
UCLA | 34 | 51 | 85
MEM | 45 | 44 | 89
Starting Lineups
(So) Dylan Andrews - G - Tyrese Hunter (Sr)
(Jr) Skyy Clark - G - PJ Haggerty (So)
(Sr) Kobe Johnson - F - Colby Rogers (Sr)
(So) Eric Dailey Jr. - F - Dain Dainja (Sr)
(Jr) Tyler Bilodeau - C - Moussa Cisse (Sr)
G Dylan Andrews, Sophomore: 4 pts, 2 reb, 2 ast, 5 stl, 1-1 FG, 2-2 FT G Sky Clark, Junior: 9 pts, 2 ast, 3-10 FG, 1-5 3PT, 2-2 FT F Kobe Johnson, Senior: 11 pts, 4 reb, 4-16 FG, 1-11 3PT, 2-4 FT F Eric Dailey Jr, Sophomore: 19 pts, 2 reb, stl, 7-8 FG, 3-4 3PT, 2-2 FT F Tyler Bilodeau, Junior: 10 pts, 9 reb, 8 ast, 3-9 FG, 4-4 FT F Keshawn Chase, Freshman: 24 pts, 5 reb, 7 ast, 5 stl, 5-8 FG, 1-1 3PT, 13-14 FT
G Tyrese Hunter, Senior: 8 pts, 2 reb, 14 ast, 9 TO, 2-3 FG, 4-4 FT G Colby Rogers, Senior: 22 pts, stl, 3 TO, 8-11 FG, 4-5 3PT C Moussa Cisse, Senior: 12 pts, 11 reb, 3 stl, 6-12 FG, 0-2 3PT---
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BU | 17 | 41 | 58
UCLA | 46 | 41 | 87
BU F Walter White, Senior: 13 pts, 10 reb, 3 to, 5-5 FG, 2-2 3PT, 1-1 FT
UCLA F Keshawn Chase, Freshman: 24 pts, 8 reb, 3 blk, 8-15 FG, 2-4 3PT, 6-8 FT
Upcoming Schedule College Hoops Classic vs. #11 Kentucky (2-1), vs. Lehigh (0-1), vs. Idaho State (2-0), vs. Cal State Fullerton (0-1), vs. Southern Utah (0-3)
Season Stats 18.4 PPG, 4.0 RPG, 2.4 APG, 1.6 SPG, 0.6 BPG, 14 MPG, 1.2 TOPG, 2.4 FPG, 59 FG%, 60 3PT%, 86 FT%
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The squeak of sneakers echoed through Basketball City NYC gym as the UCLA basketball team trudged through their morning shootaround. The previous night’s loss to Memphis still hung heavy in the air, the early deficit too much to overcome when coupled with their poor outside shooting. Coach Cronin had them running basic drills, his voice lacking its usual thunder—disappointment replacing anger as their consolation game against Kentucky awaited them in a few hours.
Stefan Parker sat courtside, his right foot encased in a walking boot. Two months into his recovery and the boredom was driving him crazy. He thumped his good foot against the hardwood, watching as Tyler Bilodeau missed his third consecutive mid-range jumper.
"Make a fucking shot, nigga, goddamn!" Stefan called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Motherfucker can’t hit shit.”
Tyler glared but kept moving through the drill. Coach Palmer, one of the assistant head coaches, shot Stefan a warning look that went completely ignored.
"I know y’all saw it last night," Stefan continued, leaning forward in his seat, "My nigga Keshawn got us back into that game, might as well rock with him at center. He better than Tyler sorry ass anyway, let the young boy cook.”
Keshawn winced. "Stef, chill," he muttered, but his roommate was just getting started.
"How y’all let a freshman that don’t start lead y’all in points." Stefan shook his head. "Kobe shooting bricks, Dylan ain’t even showed up for real and Skyy over there is a shooter that can’t shoot.”
Kobe stopped mid-dribble and turned. "Nigga, shut your bitch ass up.”
“What you trying to do, nigga? You trying to get active?” Stefan stood up, grabbing his scooter with no sense of irony.
Keshawn moved quickly between them, his long arms creating a barrier as he backed Kobe away. "Chill out, bro, it’s not even that serious.”
"Get out my face, rook," Kobe snapped, trying to look past him at Stefan, “Fuck nigga always got some slick shit to say.”
"Enough!" Coach Cronin's voice finally found its thunder, cutting through the tension. He stormed onto the court, face flushed red beneath his close-cropped hair. "This is exactly why we lost last night. No discipline, no focus, just a bunch of individuals instead of a team."
He pointed at Stefan. "You. Go get your rehab work in. Now. You're not helping anyone with that mouth."
"Whatever," Stefan muttered, sucking his teeth loudly. He grabbed his scooter and pushed himself toward the exit, the wheels squeaking against the polished floor as he disappeared through the double doors.
Coach Cronin turned to the rest of them, disgust evident on his face. "Everybody on the baseline. You're running. Maybe then you'll remember what it means to be a team."
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The air hung heavy with stale cigarette smoke and the chemical tang of recently smoked crack as Debra emerged from the back bedroom, tugging at the hem of her wrinkled tank top. Quincy sat slumped on a threadbare couch, staring intently at a spot on the carpet. The television flickered silently in the background. He didn't look up when Debra entered, just kept rolling an empty lighter between his palms.
"You good?" Debra asked, her voice hoarse.
Quincy shrugged one shoulder, still avoiding her gaze.
The bedroom door creaked open again, and Peanut sauntered out, shirtless and lean, carrying himself with a false bravado that betrayed his young age. He was fixing his belt buckle, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Damn, Unc," Peanut called to Quincy, "You was real quiet out here. You like listening or something? Freaky ass." He laughed, a sharp, humorless sound. "Or what, you wanted to hop in on this? She ain’t your bitch, now is she?”
Quincy's jaw tightened. "Ain’t no need for that, boy?”
"Boy?" Peanut reached into his pocket, pulling out a baggie filled with white rocks. He dangled it teasingly. "Looks like a man to me." He tossed the baggie to Debra, who caught it with desperate hands. "That's on the house, baby. You earned it."
Debra clutched the baggie, eyes downcast. "You didn't have to say all that."
"Just keeping it real." Peanut pulled his shirt on, then checked his phone.
As Peanut headed for the door, Quincy finally looked up. "How much?”
“Enough,” Debra looked at the bag, “We could probably stretch it for the night.”
“That’s good, that’s good,” Quincy nodded, “Only the regulars, alright? Everybody else got to bring their own dope. The last thing we need is a bunch of motherfuckers coming in here thinking we holding shit.”
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"Listen up," Coach Stewie said, kneeling in front of the whiteboard. "They're overplaying every screen and denying Jamal the ball. We need to counter."
Vic leaned in, pointing to the diagram. "Coach, they ain't respecting Marcus as a shooter. His man keeps sagging into the paint. Let's use that."
Stewie nodded, eyes lighting up. "Good eye, Coach. We'll run Horns action on this.." He quickly sketched the play, drawing X's and O's with swift precision. "Marcus, you set the initial screen, then flare to the corner. They'll expect you to roll, but your man will sag off. That's your shot, understand?"
Marcus nodded nervously.
Vic put a hand on the sophomore's shoulder. "Trust your shot, man. They disrespecting you. Make 'em pay."
When play resumed, the set unfolded exactly as designed. Marcus set the screen, then flared to the corner instead of rolling. His defender, anticipating a drive, sagged toward the paint, leaving Marcus with three feet of space. The ball swung his way, and the gym fell silent as he rose and fired.
Nothing but net. Hamilton down by one.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Vic clapped, staying composed despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "Now lock in on D!"
On the next defensive possession, Fairfax tried to exploit their size advantage in the post. Vic whispered something to Coach Stewie, who immediately signaled to his players.
"Front the post! Weak side help!" Stewie shouted.
Hamilton's center fronted the post player while their guard sagged off his man to provide help defense. When Fairfax tried to lob the entry pass, Hamilton's weak-side defender rotated perfectly for the steal.
In transition, Jamal pushed the ball upcourt before Fairfax could set their defense. Hamilton now led by one with two minutes remaining.
Fairfax called timeout. Coach Stewie gathered his team.
"They're going to press us full court," Vic said before Stewie could speak. "They want to trap Jamal and force someone else to handle the ball."
Stewie nodded. "Alright, alright, let’s use that against them." He drew up a press break with diagonal passes and specific release points. "Remember, don't dribble into traps. Pass out of pressure."
The final minutes of the game unfolded in a blur of squeaking shoes and desperate defense. Hamilton executed the press break flawlessly for three possessions, forcing Fairfax to foul to stop the clock. With eight seconds left and Hamilton clinging to a three-point lead, Fairfax had one final chance.
"Switch everything!" Vic shouted from the sideline, his voice cracking with intensity. "No threes!"
Fairfax's point guard dribbled frantically, looking for space, but Hamilton's defenders moved in perfect unison, switching every screen. As the final seconds ticked away, he launched a desperate three-pointer that caromed off the backboard as the buzzer sounded.
The Hamilton bench erupted. Players spilled onto the court, mobbing each other while Coach Stewie pumped his fist in the air. Vic stood frozen for a moment, letting the reality wash over him—they'd actually done it.
"We got one, Coach!" Jamal shouted, embracing Stewie. "That’s what I’m fucking talking about!”
Vic finally broke from his trance and joined the celebration, high-fiving players as they made their way through the handshake line. When he reached Stewie, they exchanged a look that contained everything words couldn't express.
"Not bad for your first win," Stewie said, clapping Vic on the shoulder.
"Just following your lead, Coach."
"You know," Stewie said, "My dad used to say winning the first one is the hardest. Everything gets easier after that."
"You think that's true?" Vic asked.
"Nah," Stewie laughed. "But it sounds good.”
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Can you put the date for the other games if you’re highlighting a game that comes after a non-highlighted one? That last update was hella confusing talking about losing and the second game was the BU win.
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The order is in the previous update that lets you know the schedule but I'll think about ways to do it
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Boy went from redshirt status to All-American huh 
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Definitely surprised by the scoring output. Not having much success as a team in the half court set so really had to push the pace against Memphis to get back into the game, which is where Keshawn is best at and the other bigs got in foul trouble. I'll expect his scoring to go down the better the halfcourt offense gets but he'll still make an impact on defense/fastbreak
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Highlight Game: November 16th, 2024 - Madison Square Garden, New York City, NY
UK | 33 | 39 | 72
UCLA | 48 | 33 | 81
Starting Lineups
(Sr) Lamont Butler - G - Dylan Andrews (So)
(Sr) Jaxson Robinson - G - Skyy Clark (Jr)
(Jr) Otega Oweh - F - Kobe Johnson (Sr)
(Sr) Amari Williams - F - Eric Dailey Jr. (So)
(Sr) Andrew Carr - C - Tyler Bilodeau (Jr)
G Lamont Butler, Senior: 11 pts, 2 reb, 11 ast, 4 to, 4-7 FG, 3-6 3PT G Jaxson Robinson, Senior: 14 pts, 5 reb, 6-13 FG, 2-6 3PT F Andrew Carr, Senior: 15 pts, 13 reb, 6-10 FG, 2-3 3PT, 1-3 FT G Dylan Andrews, Sophomore: 7 pts, 4 ast, stl, blk, 2-6 FG, 1-5 3PT G Sky Clark, Junior: 15 pts, 3 reb, 4 ast, 5-11 FG, 5-11 3PT F Kobe Johnson, Senior: 20 pts, reb, ast, 2 stl, 6-12 FG, 5-8 3PT, 3-4 FT F Eric Dailey Jr, Sophomore: 14 pts, 5 reb, stl, blk, 5-9 FG, 3-6 3PT F Tyler Bilodeau, Junior: 3 pts, 6 reb, blk, 1-5 FG, 1-1 FT F Keshawn Chase, Freshman: 13 pts, 5 reb, 4 ast, stl, 3 blk, 4-8 FG, 1-2 3PT, 4-4 FT---
November 17th, 2024
(0-2) Lehigh at UCLA (6-1)
@ LEH | 40 | 40 | 80
UCLA | 50 | 58 | 108
LEH G Jalin Sinclair, Sophomore: 24 pts, 5 ast, 5 to, 7-13 FG, 4-7 3PT, 6-6 FT
UCLA F Keshawn Chase, Freshman: 18 pts, 5 reb, blk, 5-12 FG, 1-2 3PT, 7-7 FT
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November 20th, 2024
(2-1) Idaho State at UCLA (7-1)
@ IDST | 23 | 24 | 47
UCLA | 35 | 54 | 89
IDST G Jalin Sinclair, Sophomore: 24 pts, 5 ast, 5 to, 7-13 FG, 4-7 3PT, 6-6 FT
UCLA F Keshawn Chase, Freshman: 21 pts, 2 reb, ast, stl, 6-15 FG, 2-4 3PT, 7-7 FT
Upcoming Schedule vs. Cal State Fullerton (1-1), vs. Southern Utah (0-5), vs. #6 Michigan State (4-0)
Season Stats 16 PPG, 3.7 RPG, 1.9 APG, 1.1 SPG, 0.9 BPG, 0.8 TOPG, 1.9 FPG, 52 FG%, 54 3PT%, 91 FT%
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