Ball Ain't Life
I bounce the ball in that exact pattern.
I march it up the court. The sounds of the crowd chanting were harrowing. Their feet slamming against the bleachers’ echo could be heard around the city. I have no time to think, it's only a few more seconds before the clock hits zero. I pick up the pace and glance at the time.
24 seconds, down 1. No more timeouts.
The more I think, the faster the clock is. Can't think. Won't think. He reached for it, but I quickly hopped back. I dribble between my legs, fake right, and cut left. He fell for it, leaving me with the split second I have to drive to the basket. I dribble fast and launch forward for the game-winning layup. At the same time, the star center jumps with me. He was bigger, stronger. Screw him, it's my time to shine. I duck the ball under his hand and continue the ball's path to the hoop. It goes in as the buzzer sounds. The game was won. I put my hands in the air as the crowd rushes in to crowd me, phones in my face. I was ready for primetime, the gym knew it.
But let's reverse a bit. We gotta go back.