The words my friends had spoken played over and over again in my head as we entered into the third quarter. We were still
ahead but the other team was closing in and now their best player was back on the court after a short break in the second quarter.
We again stood around as we waited for the tip off to begin. I continued to play the words over in my mind but I did not let them
disturb my focus. The ball was thrown high into the air and was caught by my team’s center and quickly tossed over to me. I
dribbled a couple steps up the court and for the first time in the entire game I looked out before me.
I noticed that one of my teammates was wide open, directly adjacent of the rim. It was a long pass up court but I was confident I
could do it so I braced myself and tossed the ball through midair. Everything around me felt as if it were moving in slow motion
like at any moment the theme song “Chariots of Fire” would kick in and blare out across the gym, it was one of those moments
however it was quickly ended. When I opened my eyes back up I realized that my teammate had not been expecting the pass and
I ended up hitting her in the head. She began to cry and her mom ran out onto the court to help her. I also ran over to her and
apologized for the incident but I was confused, hadn’t they wanted me to pass it to them more? But if I did we could risk losing
the game, or someone could end up getting hurt. However, after a few reassuring cheers from ѡ