As the ball leaves my hand
Everything stopped
It was like time froze
Like a light switch turned to off
Like a power outage in the dead of the night
The shot that matters most
At the right place and the right time
It all depends on that one shot
The whole game was very even
We had the vision to make passes
We had the height to grab rebounds
We had the form to make shots
We had perfected it all
And yet our opponent just played better
As a wild shot hits the rim
An opportunity shines
We start on a fast break
But they set-up a full court press
With the clock winding down
Being down two
We had to make a move
We play our hardest
It seems to be all over
Until, the ball ends up in my hands
With no defender near
I lift the ball with all I’ve got
And take one critical last shot
The ball sails through the air
And starts to fall
The final buzzer calls
But there is one more sound
Swish!
Contributed by Jason L, Grade 7 Student