On Saturday night as I stood on the floor of Bankers Life Fieldhouse as the final seconds ticked off of the clock. I looked into the Warren Central crowd that reached from the raptures to the floor. Duns rockin’ the Black and Gold with their chests poked out. Some with tears in their eyes, others talkin’ a gang of noise but most importantly they were reppin’ the “Pride of the Far East Side!”
Their Warren Central Warriors were on the cusp of doin’ what NO other school in the history of Indiana High School Basketball had ever done before! They were about to win the State Championship goin’ 32-0 as the clock read zeros 54-48 over M.I.C. rival Carmel.
Everybody and their baby’s momma fell off in the buildin’ to see it because they couldn’t just hear about it. Why? Because 30 years from now when these Young Thunder Cats are some O.G.’s and cats are pointin’ them out at the barber shop the person doin’ the pointin’ has to have seen it with his own two eyes.
Warren Central jumped out of the whip quick on a boy goin’ up 7-2 and from every vantage point it looked like easy work. Then all of a sudden the refs got real quick on the whistle towards the kids from the Far East Side. Carmel went on an 18-0 run and by the time we looked up the Greyhounds were up 20-7 and had been to the foul line 14 times. It was 14-0 in terms of free throws bruh. Wheredeydodatat?
Then Warren couldn’t hit an elephant in the butt with a bass fiddle as they were tryin’ not to get close to Carmel on both offense and defense. David Bell had picked up his third foul like 3 minutes before the half and it looked bleak.
Then all of a sudden that WC mentality kicked in “Can’t Fold Won’t Fold” and they narrowed the deficit to 22-14 at the break.
I’m not sure what a boy told the officials at halftime but they came out callin’ the game just as bad towards Carmel on the other end of the floor. When I say that was the worst officiatin’ crew I’ve ever seen! It was the worst officiatin’ crew I’ve ever seen bruh. How did these cats get this assignment? Somebody please explain that one to me?
Well playas…at least they were bad on both sides. Now it’s an even game. At the end of the third quarter Warren Central were standin’ on Carmel’s heels down only 32-28 and you already know that it was about to be a problem for the kids from the north side. Why? Because the kids from the FAR EAST SIDE had been battle tested not only on the court but off of it as well.
At the start of the fourth Warren guards Dean Tate and Antwaan Cushingberry started rippin’ boyz every time down the floor and the Warriors were on the move. They frustrated the crap out of Carmel where cats began to lose their composure. They started pickin’ up technical fouls down the stretch and it was a wrap. Dean Tate was beast in the closin’ moments knockin’ down 13 of 14 from the charity stripe to lead No.1 Warren Central with 22 points. His homeboy Antwaan Cushingberry came out of the ride with 10 points on their way to the Class 4A State Title.
I can’t get out of here without givin’ John Michael Mulloy his props! Ole boy went to work scorin’ 21 points and pullin’ down 8 rebounds in a valiant effort. He’s the real deal but the only Greyhound in double figures.
The only thing that was missin’ from an historical night at Bankers Life Fieldhouse was confetti fallin’ from the raptures to commemorate the ONLY team in the history of Indiana High School Basketball to go 32-0! Salute my young thunder cats and stay tuned for the Crazy Hot Joint to follow about what you really mean to ANY HOOD, USA! Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
2) Ole boy: noun – the person that I’m currently talkin’ about.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!