It all leads up to this, senior year conference championship two seconds left on the free throw line. Hours on in shooting, shooting and shooting this has become second nature yet seems impossible with all the pressure. Coach screaming, crowd cheering, and whistles blowing, incapable of focuses. My vision blurs and ears ring relentlessly. The stress surpasses my threshold and I feel my body drift to the floor like a feather, drifting in the vibes of excitement and stress. The crowd cheers the team won, my eyes open and fans storm the court. Invisible on the bench while celebration on the court. From the outside I see the glory, the honor but is it too much. For what accomplishment is a basketball game…
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