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Counting Half a Steamboat
I don’t know about you, but when I am playing a playground game like hide and go seek (this goes back many years), I am used to counting seconds in terms of steamboats—one steamboat, two steamboats, three steamboats, and so on.
So the fact that the Toronto Raptors prevailed over the Boston Celtics in last week’s game three of their NBA conference semi-final by Kyle Lowry flinging a ball all the way across the court and then OG Anunoby sinking a long-distance jump shot, all with half a second left on the clock, left me excited but bemused. How did they manage to do it in the short amount of time it takes me to say “one steam…”.?
That took me to the official NBA rule book. There I discovered that after a timeout is taken (as the Raptors did) a throw-in takes place at the sideline in the offensive court, not from the backline under the basket in the defensive court. Time is started again not when the sideline thrower is handed the ball by the referee, and not when the ball leaves the thrower’s hands, but only when the ball is touched by a player on the court receiving the throw. And once the on court receiver has gotten the ball and taken a shot before time expires, time is extended until the basket is made or fails—even though the game-ending buzzer sounds before the basket is made.
In other words, the half-second left on the clock only ran from the moment the ball entered Anunoby’s hands until it left them as he took his long distance shot: the throw-in time and the shot-in-flight time didn’t count. Mystery solved.
That shouldn’t detract from the magnitude of the accomplishment. The fact that Anunoby was able to catch the ball and make the shot during a ‘one steam…” interval is pretty amazing—as is the fact that Lowry was able to toss the ball to him so accurately all the way across the court with a seven-foot-tall player standing in his way trying to block or deflect the throw-in. The play was perfect on both counts.
The shot joins what is now the pantheon of buzzerbeater winners for the Raptors, the other being the legendary game seven bouncing-on-the-rim-into-the-basket shot by Kawhi Leonard to beat Philadelphia in their playoff series last year on their way to the NBA championship.
But I have been holding something back. I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s part of my therapy to share it. I didn’t watch the final half second of the basketball game I’ve just been talking about. So confident was I that nothing could be accomplished in that “one steam…” half second span that I turned my television off. Accordingly, I deprived myself of the pleasure of watching the team snatch victory from the jaws of defeat—something the sports fan normally lives for.
Worse than that, I also sent the world a broadcast message that I am not an unreliable supporting partner. I will be by your side until the outcome is seemingly inevitable, but not until Yogi Berra officially declares it is over. What would have been so difficult about taking an extra couple of minutes of my life to see the game through to its conclusion? My loyalty would been rewarded by witnessing the miracle victory, and I would have kept faith with the team. My lack of steadfastness haunts me; I can’t even be a good couch potato.
With the Raptors coming out flat and losing on Monday, they need to win both of the next two games, scheduled for tonight and Saturday, to keep their championship hopes alive. I think I’ve learned my lesson. If I can bring myself to watch the games, you can bet your bottom dollar that I won’t abandon the Raptors until all the steamboats have left the building. That is, if they’ll let me watch them play.
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