Ball Is Life
Swish went the ball, that deadly cross over made his defender fall. Three hard dribbles then the ball was lobbed.
Slam the ball was caught and smashed into the basket for the dunk. Slam, squeak, pound, the ball was being moved up the court,
five seconds left, four seconds... three seconds..... two seconds one second the shot flew through the air and a perfect swish at the buzzer they had won
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