its a truly thrilling experience...i mean logically/statistically i know its not going to go in, but the rockets fan in me desperately still has hope so basically i do a combination of "OH F--- GOD D---IT" out loud but said in a tone as if i were saying "please god let this be a miracle and go in"...two such differing emotions could only be caused by a rafer shot
every time rafer shoots i move my laptop in the hope that i can move the basket enough to catch his missing shot.
I think boy I can go for some ice cream right now. Or whatever desert I am in the mood for. Seriously, who's surprised that Rafer still misses? Who here actually still thinks that Rafer will make it? If anything, this thread should be "What do you do when Rafer MAKES A SHOT" in which case I usually scream "OOOHHhhhHHH" very loudly and then treat myself to some ice cream.
He miss so many shots, I just look elsewhere whenever he shoots. I almost certain to know his shot will not go in. I only hope the other Rockets players can grab the rebound.
Finally I was able to comprehend that he was not actually shooting. It was Yao's fault. Rafer just tried to passed the ball to Yao for a slam dunk, but Yao was always too slow to catch the ball in the mid air before the ball hitting the rim
Man, I am a rafer supporter but seriously when he shoots I already know its not going to go in. He is shooting the ball without confidence and well he is just not that good of a shooter.
Dude...you crack me up so much. Here's the amazing thing about Rafer: Usually when I scream "OH NO" when a Rocket puts up a dumb shot, it somehow surprisingly goes in. It's gotten to the point where I use reverse psychology...I say "That has no chance of going in" and then I'm pleasantly surprised if it goes in. With Skip, it NEVER works. NEVER goes in. Rafer has ruined my life and everything I thought was noble and true.
I usually think of my happy place, which is the Houston Prison where Rafer will hopefully spend the next few seasons until his contract is up. Then I come back to reality and watch the opposing team score on a fast break off of a long rebound. Then I take a Valium, a shot of vodka, and convince myself not to pull the trigger on the gun pointed at my head.