The Great Awakening

I drive the basketball with two powerful dribbles. I move from the arc to take it to the hole. At the last moment, I apply as much force as I can to violently reverse and shoot. Time stops as the ball rolls tantalizingly around the rim, and the universe holds its breath: 3, 2, 1 “Buuzzzzzzz.” I’m alive.

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