Adrenaline rushes through my vains.
As I push myself harder.
The crowds screaming in the bleachers.
Your opponent in your face.

Shoot the coach says.
Thirty seconds left to go.
Should I wait, or should I shoot.
My team throw their hands in the air.

Dribbling the ball I watch,
For an opening being made.
Guarding me the girl goes for the ball.
I swerve by her, and go for the point.

The coach counts off the seconds left.
Just as the timer buzzes, my ball whooshes in...........