I didn't understand the cultural difference between San Pedro and San Marcos through internet research, but I get it now. San Marcos did the one thing that could dissuade me from staying in San Pedro for months on end. It had a basketball court right smack dab in the middle of the town. The heart of San Marcos is a basketball court.
San Pedro has the parties, the view, the room, the kitchen, the hot water, the wifi, the location, the markets, the locals, the terrace... it's the shit... What it lacks, however, is a bussin' basketball court -- which San Marcos has at its center.
San Marcos: A spiritual body and its heart is a basketball court. Thats how I'm tryna be.
I hopped into a few games on the court. My opponents were from Germany, Colombia, France, Chicago, Cali, and NYC.
Initially, I scored all of our points. As Bobby Yancey once said it, I have a "sort of decent mid range jump shot" and I've worked with. I made a few layups and some rangy mid range jump shots before fatigue hobbled me. Our team struggled to score buckets afterwards. We reached a score of 7-11 and then 10-14 (game point 15). I took over as Point Guard out of desperation, and Rich, who had been playing PG, caught fire at SG. Rich (from Cali) drilled three consecutive 3-pt shots to win us the game. Rich plays in clogs and I like him.
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