A second to go, two point lead for the opposing team, ball on my hand and I aimed, fired a desperation three-point shot…Boom! I was fouled. Beyond the three-point arc. A little celebration in our bench. The ref got a mouthful from the other bench. Fast forward, I found myself at the free throw line shooting for three charities. Pressure cooker? Yes. I took the first one and it missed. Two more coming. Pressure intensified. I made the second one. Again, our bench jumped for joy. The third one?Well…I MISSED! Ridiculous. I am a shooting guard since birth.Although sometimes I tend to play the four spot, right Davincible? But today, I put my team down. The COLLEGE FACULTY, that is. But they can’t blame me, at least on my face. Now I know the agony haunting Nick Anderson for years. And yes, Racela too. That was only a semifinal game of the on-going INTRAMS. But to those who really love to play basketball, you know what I mean. Big deal? Not really. But to those fellows fantasizing themselves as true ballers even in an Inter-Barangay league like myself, it counts. To our basketball resume`. Did I mentioned that we played the game outdoor? With the wind mightily blowing? Hehehe. ~ MAKOY
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