• I ran into my Room and sealed the door shut with a big thwack! I grumbled and Mumbled to myself things that i supposedly didn't get to pronounce or communicate reasonably to my father about. I drooped, bounced and fiercely slumped On my bad. I took the remote and turned my TV on to NBC where the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celetics are playing. Celetics are winning 57 to 49. Kevin Garnett had made 20 points in the first quater.

    Their arm positons dazzles me. How thier angeled knees are hunched and curved perfectly. They fire the Ball right in the air and it's net. All net! Hearing the crowd conforts you with their encouraging hurrays and applause are so supportive that it makes you want to make another.

    But Can you ever ever imagine having 10 seconds on clock. Dribbling the ball superbly and to perfection. Crossing on person so badly it makes them fall in shame. You cut across the next person making the crowd even more thrilled and dramatic. You bend your knees like the professionals do and get that arm positon into place. You fling the ball toward the net and see the crowd getting up from their seats, their mouths open wide and breathless. You stand their starring at the ball going downward. Everything's going regularly but in your case everythings going slower. The crowd's reaction, the players blocking and starring up at he ball exactly like you are. The ball moving slowly as well. The silence is calm and dead. Everybody's holding each others tongues. The ball hits the rim, spins around two times and...