2008 Obama on the Court
posted by December 26 at 11:55 AMon
He goes one-on-one with a writer from Sports Illustrated, talks some trash, and sinks a shot that the writer declares is “for the presidency”:
The first game flies by in a blur of missed (mine) and made (his) jumpers: I lose 11-5. Obama throws out a cheap “Wooooo!” whenever I shoot but never resorts to ticky-tack calls; before the second game he notes our 15-pound weight difference. “If you wanted to bang inside a bit,” he says, “you could.”
I’m no fool. I start banging. After I commit that criminal foul under the basket, he lofts an air ball and I pull ahead 2-1. But we’re both gasping, and proceed to play the ugliest, slowest game in history. A handler steps in, says his man must leave, so we decide to play to seven.
Obama hits two jumpers to go up 3-2, and I remember what Michelle told me: “He’s very good at the last minute.”
“All right,” I say coyly, flipping him the ball. “This is for the presidency….”
He drills a 19-footer, heels barely leaving the ground.