The Shot

Sweat bearing down his forehead, like pearl beads rolling down the glistened surface. He sees the enemy racing down - their goal is to stop his Left, then right, then left once more Slight slipping and sliding in an effort to free himself, to position himself for his one purpose. An open seam, he finds, and up he goes Arms cock back like a gunman preparing to fire his final bullet. Up, up, up and swish. Goes the ball, victory.