moments

Listening to : Stuck in a moment - U2

When you move with the ball in your hands after 2 hours.
Your heart beats heavier, vision blurred.
Every movement you make causes your cramping leg to hurt even more.
Your opponents try to read your eyes to predict your next move.
Beads of sweat flow down your face falling slowly to the floor.
You don't think straight cause of the heat and pressure.
You force yourself to do so but every movement of your team mates makes you think twice.
Your friends call for the ball, you dunno whether to drive, pull up, or give it away.
You start to hesitate, then your opponent goes for the kill.
The sudden motion causes your heart to quicken and an instinctive action to hustle for it springs out of you.
You feel challenged and fired up to show him whose boss.
You cross with the ball from the left to the right just like how allen iverson would do it.
Holding beyond the left ark, you try to break your opponents motion as he goes for the ball on the right. Your muscles become tightened up.
Heart races and mind blank. Only thought is to shake him off.
You signal to your team mates to pull the inside open to allow you to speed in.
Your library of tricks is being reviewed in your head with the speed of lightning.
All in that split second, yuou realise that his left foot is too far back.
You pull a quick one to the left and then swinging it back to your right.
He's caught of the motion.
You begin to go in for the kill.
However, others race to hinder your motions. It irritates you.
However, with the gained velocity, you change your pace and drive right.
Then braking almost instantaneously, your opponent can't catch you.
You give a slight tap on his waist and he trips just like how michael jordan would do it.
You pull up with all the spirit you have.
It feels as though you have not played a moment.
Time literally freezes and you get stuck in a moment.
You reach the zen of the jump shot. The shouts and cheers no longer matter.
Its all on you.
hesitation loses its control over you, no fear, no regrets.
You reach the highest point of your jump, then your retracted hands begins to extend.
The body is straight, form seems perfect.
Your master hand applies a little force, most of which is derived from the lower limbs.
your left hand follows the ball to guide it home.
The ball leaves your hands with traces of sweat flying off as well.
You hope for the best, it moves straight.
You know that the direction is good but pray the force applied is just right. A little bit off would have catastrophic results.
The ark is good. Before it even goes in, You know the outcome.
You turn around and ready for defence of the incoming attack cause it has went in.
Time resumes its normal pace and though it may seem normal, that was a moment to remember.

WELLL!!!!!! After all thats said and done...
THAT ISN'T NOW!!! That was maybe 4 years ago??
Oh the times.... HAHAHAHHA!