The new month began on a Tuesday which for JPM was an off-night from the league schedule. When the league's divisional crossover games are going on everybody has a partner but during divisional play there's always an odd team out since there are five teams in each. We've been hearing for the last few years how this format is on its way out and every season it seems to stay around, maybe someday it will actually disappear for good. On Wednesday we had our usual lunch date in Quarryville, in the afternoon we met at McCaskey for another non-league bus ride. The last time we were west of the river for a basketball game was January of 2018 at York High, the destination on this night was Central York, located about three miles or so northeast of York proper. We played a district playoff game at CY in 1999 but that was in a completely different gym in a different building, from what I was told the current facility has only been around since 2005. There are occasions in sports where things happen that are almost inexplicable, this night was one of them. After one quarter we were ahead 18-13 but from there the wheels came off in a big hurry. Central absolutely caught fire and scored thirty-three points in the second quarter on the strength of nine (that's NINE) three-point field goals, they would score fifteen on the night on the way to an 89-63 win. When a team shoots the ball like that the greatest coaching in the history of the sport wouldn't be able to stop it. The club's record drops to 9-11 with two games left, we'll be back on the bus on Friday for the trip north to Cedar Crest (oh, joy). Take care, thanks for reading.
