It was all a blur.
The ball zipped around like an electron, and a nearly flawless crystal formed that John Glenn could not scratch.
The five pieces of Scotia-Glenville’s zone were in perfect alignment, as much a formation from which each piece could shoot downcourt as it was a defensive framework.
The Tartans led, 20-2, and it was over.
No, really, it was over, even though we were still in the first quarter.
You see games in which one or two stars take over, and Scotia certainly has one of those, in Joe Cremo, but Saturday’s 81-50 Class A state semifinal win was as purely symmetrical a team performance as you’ll see.
Forget the stats, they’re merely dusty particles whisked off the polished surface of a team that will be trying to win a state championship against East High of Rochester at 1:30 this afternoon.
If you blinked, you missed a pass, and if you didn’t miss that one, you missed the next one.
And there was usually a next one.
“You couldn’t even see the ball … there, there … it never stopped,” senior Alex Sausville said.
Scott Stopera is the point guard and almost failed to be the leading assist man on a team that had 18 of them in 28 minutes before coach Jim Giammattei got all his starters out.
“I’m technically the point guard, but anybody can do it,” Stopera said. “Everybody can handle the ball, everybody can pass and everybody can shoot.”
East High promises to be a much more disruptive force today than was John Glenn, which was fortunate to have been at the Civic Center in the first place.
John Glenn lost to Amityville in the Section XI final, then got a second chance when Amityville was disqualified from the tournament for having ineligible players.
Given a second chance, John Glenn was run off the floor by Scotia before the players knew what hit them. The first quarter was just over two minutes old by the time each of the Tartans’ starters had scored.
It was left to Giammattei to find the blemishes, and he did so.
But it wasn’t much.
“We made three dead-end passes today,” he said. “The dead-end pass is, I’m going to dribble until I can’t do anything else, and then I’ll pass. That’s not what we do and not who we are. They know how much I hate that.”
Otherwise, it was the running of the bulls, he said.
Organized chaos. But bloodless, in this case.