Las Vegas beat Indiana, ninety-four to eighty-three, in Game 3. The Aces are in the semi-finals. A’ja Wilson scored thirty-six points. It’s on the sheet.
What interests me is in the second quarter. Lexie Hull is called for a foul on Brianna Turner. Stephanie White wants to ask for a challenge. The challenge never arrives. The technical does. Noted: one request, zero challenges, one technical on the bench. At our place there’s no challenge, there’s the table. Someone comes to ask me for something, I tell them the buzzer’s gone. After that, it’s just talk.
The free throws, then. Thirty-five taken by Las Vegas, twenty by Indiana. Twenty-eight made on one side, fourteen on the other. I don’t comment. I count, and it adds up in both columns.
After the game, the coach said: “The officiating was appalling”. She added, about the officials: “They weren’t talking to us”. Officials don’t talk to me either, on a Saturday at half past eight. I address them formally, they whistle, I note. It’s a system that has held for years in a hall on the Herve plateau, near Verviers, where the floor sticks in January.
When the coach brought up the gap at the line, Caitlin Clark murmured “Hmmm, interesting”, according to Sporza. A murmur goes in no column. I looked anyway.
Sheet line: technical foul on the bench, second quarter, reason “challenge pending”.
It’s true, we checked: Sporza.
