p551 quickwirte

     My hearts are beating, so fast that i can't imagine. I know the crow is cheering for me but i can't heart it, the only thing i heart is my heart beat, my voice and the voice of my teammates and couch. I am breathing very fast, faster than i should but i didn't try to slow it down, it is going to get fast soon anyways. The light is bright, make it clear to see my goal. There it is, the empty basket waiting for me to put a ball in. My throat are dry and the sticky sweat makes me feel uncomfortable but i didn't ask for water or tower. Here i go, on court, with an other person uselessly trying to stay in fort of me. Looking right to the ball, measuring the things i can do after i get it. The whistle scream, i caught the eye sight of Bob, the ball holder, and my body set into function. Push away the blocker, run to the ball, and ready to fight. I don't have to beware of the lines because they in my body already, there is like a sensor that tells me where is the line and don't let me cross it. Finally i get the ball, turn to face the enemies and i know i have to win.