The last quarter

This is the final quarter. The time to win is getting shorter. The score is forty-six to seventy. My team is shooting threes helplessly. The clock is running down, my team begins to frown.

Suddenly I get subbed on. I muse score c’mon. I run onto the court with eight minutes left. This quarter is gonna be our best. “PASS, PASS, PASS”, I yell. My teammate gets the ball to me, I dribble up the court, I use the spin move and I score a goal. I scored! I scored! I scored!

A lot of goals later the score is 79 to 81. I’m sweating like heck, I’m a nervous wreck. Suddenly there is a shiver down my spine. This shiver is a sign.

I catch the ball and everything goes into slow motion. I know the next bit will make a commotion. 3.1 seconds left I’m at full court, I yeet the ball. The chance it goes in is small. It flies like superman. 2.1 BZZZZZ. It’s all down to this shot. The court gets hot. BOUNCE, BOUNCE, BOUNCE, SWISH. Everything is silent for a minute.            

The crowd goes wild. Me? I just smiled.