Oh, Angel. This morning, all those memories came flushing back; the reckless 1-on-3 drives into the lane, the lost handles, the passes to nobody. It was like regaining three years of lost time. Of course, that also meant reliving the fearless weaves to the rim, the deft steals, and the gourmet dishes for assists.
It's Angel Rodriguez. You never know what you're going to get, but at least you know it's usually going to be good.
And so departed the less obnoxious other school from Kansas, after recovering from approximately a billion point deficit (okay, just 21) to actually take the lead midway through the second half.