The Final Countdown
I heard the crowd counting down and I knew I had to make a play. I faked a spin and tried to drive baseline, but the Eagle Point guard, Cesar Chavez, cut me off, forcing me to pick up my dribble. Just as I was about to put up a desperation shot, Billy cut back to the ball. I made the easy pass to him and he launched a fade-away three-pointer with an Eagle Point defender blanketed all over him. Time seemed to slow down as the ball sailed through the air. It had a chance.
Adrenaline rushed through my body and I yelled at the top of my lungs. After an energetic celebration, we all ran back to the locker room and let the jubilation continue. More cheering and dancing ensued. I was ecstatic. No matter what happened the rest of the season, we, the self-proclaimed “Dream Team,” would never wake up from this dream.