Season 1 Round Robin
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The year was 2016. It had been more then eight years since the last time the offical Slamball league held a season. With only three seasons and a short series in it's entire history, people had begun to think that Slamball had come and gone, another fad of the 21st century. However, a few bored kids in Melbourne, Australia scraped enough money together to convert one of their fathers warehouses into a basketball court. For a whole summer, a group of lads all had a hell of a time, playing different varieties of basketball games, holding tournaments and giving out cheap medals they bought at the two dollar shop. During the last weekend, to be played before the championship game of the sumer, we planned an all-star game. We intended to get the best of the players who played in the warehouse, but also others we had played with in amateurs and were keen to play a game.
Since most of the time it was only people playing who hung around in the warehouse, no one ever bothered to worry about seating. However, one of the semi-pro players who was coming down to play said he had a fair amount of friends wanting to enjoy the game, as it was something they had never heard of before, an unsanctioned game in a refurnished warehouse. We quickly contacted a carpenter friend, who was able to create some benches from scrap to go around the court. Two days later, and he came back to the warehouse with 4 wide sets of benches, each 3 steps beach. They had a steel frame and wooden seats. Enough to cover both sides of the court. "I couldn't sleep thinking of the job I did, I knew I could do so much better" was his response, no that we minded. One of our friends we went to school with, who worked in the film industry, came around when he heard of the show we were putting on. He had a large amount of go-pro cameras he had acquired broken and refurbished himself. We organised a deal to borrow some camera's for the warehouse, if we let him edit the videos himself. Weird deal I know, but he has always been interested in how sports programs are put together, and considering how well he would edit our old-school backyard wrestling videos, he probably could've charged us for both the usage of cameras and his services.
It was finally game day, or as we called it because we never decided on a name: 'Super Summer Day'
The plan was to have the All-Star game in the afternoon, a decent intermission and then the Championship Game. The All-Star game didn't start until 2PM, and by 12:30PM there was over 200 people in the parking lot of the warehouse, drinking, wearing basketball jerseys and talking shit. Someone was quickly sent to buy extra gas of the BBQ, sausages, bread, beer and ice. If people were going to be at their warehouse being hungry and thirsty, they may as well be the ones making money off them. The All-Star game finally started, and Team Skins defeated Team Shirts by 6 points. The box score of the end of the game was over 200, with the semi-pro player from each team both recording a double-double.
We had nothing planned for the intermission. We were hoping that everybody would get up and go outside to have a smoke or something, but nobody budged. People had been getting up to go to the toliet, or to buy $2 sausages in bread and $5 cans of VB, but they had nothing to entertain themselves now. We were hoping they didn't get too bored. The two Semi-Pro were going over the stats recorded by a few friends and were also talking to the camera a bit as a self interview. They discovered they both shot 7/10 3PG. As a joke, one of them said they should have a 3-point contest, and before you know it, they were both lined up on the 3-point line taking shots. As this was happening, the idea in everyone's head was obvious. SLAM. DUNK. CONTEST.
Someone ran around collecting names of who was interested, and after the 3-point contest was over, the rings were lowered.(What? You really expect a bunch of nobody's to have hops?)
The two Semi-Pro blokes entered again, alongside anyone else who could actually make the distance. Once again, it was a battle between the same two guys. They pulled out all the stops against each other, with the winner of the All-Star MVP & 3-Point Contest hitting an Air Jordan from the free throw line sent the stadium into uproar. He was the obvious winner, and definitely deserved to be playing in a better league. And as for the winner of the Championship, I can honestly tell you I don't remember much of that game. Alongside with a few other of the warehouse originals, we were mesmerised by the way the crowd reacted after that dunk. They only played basketball for fun, so they would never be skillful enough to play as well as the Semi-Pro players, but they could replicate a few of the spots they performed, the ones that got the crowd electric. While shit was being talked about the Super Summer Day, someone counted the money and discovered we had made a thousand dollars profit. A GRAND! Just for playing a bit of basketball and letting people watch for once. They knew that they wanted to host a basketball kinda sport at the warehouse to make a bit of money, but it had to look flashy and not rely on skills too much. The answer was simple.
The first day after summer, and the floorboards of the warehouse were getting ripped up. We needed trampolines in this motherfucker, and we need them now. Our carpenter friend came back and built a big bass. Everything was now sitting off the floor so the tramps could fit. We put in a $3'000 investment to get the fiberglass surrounding installed, but we really hoped it would all work out. After it was all installed, it was occupied nearly 24/7. Everyone from the original warehouse crew was there, and a bunch of others who were finally given an opportunity to play a sport nearly forgotten. Practice game after practice game was played until some drills were figured out, and some training sessions were also held. Eventually, everyone had basic-to-advanced basketball skills, as well as knowing how to handle the trampolines, and take a safe hit. So much behinds the shit stuff had been going on, and we were finally registered with the government as an official sporting body. However, in order to qualify for tax deductions and what not, the teams could not be individually/corporately owned, and had to be regional. This meant that the original 31 of the warehouse crew had to contact their respective local council and set up a club that way. We thought it was ridiculous, especially since we were going to have every game at the same location, but we received so much support, especially from Bendigo who only had the single player and wouldn't of been able to get a game if they didn't go out of their way to find some basketball players interested in weekly trips to Melbourne.