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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