This was no different than every other time.
” Develop a routine. It will help you in the rough spots.” I could hear Coach in my mind.
I had a routine. Three dribbles. A firm two-handed grasp. Lift my arms. Align the elbow. Stroke and release.
Behind the backboard it was bedlam. Stomping, Screaming. Even three metallic whirly-jigs.
I had seen them the last time I was here.
I knew the score. Overtime was inevitable- unless I made this shot.
“Just visualize. Visualize.”
So I shut my eyes. Three dribbles. Grasp. Align. Push. Stroke.
Suddenly, there was incredible silence.
(99 Word Requirement) Written for The Carrot Ranch