The GOAT (Photo credit to the owner) |
It doesn’t matter.
While the defenders try to stop the ballhandler, to whom you’ve
already decided to put your whole trust on even before the game started, you
run to the wings just above the three-point line. Your man steps in front of you, so you take a
strong cut in, only to run back out. You’ve been in this situation before. The math
is simple: three is greater than two. This is why you’re here. Your man
scrambles back, but is blindsided by a sturdy pick set by your favorite
nuthouse of a power forward. Your point guard makes quick eye contact and in
that same breath the dotted texture of the basketball is all that you feel on
your fingertips.
The crowd is silenced. Every one falls helpless as you
let it fly. There is no point in boxing out for the rebound as the buzzer
rings.