"Three seconds!" shouts coach.
The backboard seems a mile away for a second stringer standing at half-court. I dribble once, take a couple steps, and hurl it, without looking at the basket.
The basketball soars across the gym, as if it knows where to go, then drops straight through the basket—all net.
Coach jumps. "Unbelievable!"
Riding my teammates' shoulders, I imagine I'll be first string next game.