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The Game Winner


Racing down the court, the score is 12 to 10.

I steal the ball from red, and pass to my teammate Ben.

“Shoot a three, and we’ll take home a win,” I shout.

“I’ve never made a shot, so we won't win,” he doubts.

“Shoot it, and I will make a wish.”

To my surprise, I hear a quiet swish.

The ball went in, and we won the game!

And now Ben, will be a remembered name.

 
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