With the score tied 70-70,

The clock ticking down 10, 9, 8,

Dribbling the ball up and down,

I’m thinking to myself,

Should I pass?

Or should I shoot?

The defender gave me some space,

So I thought I would shoot,

I rose up with the ball,

While he was all up in my face,

The ball went up,

And came down with a swish,

My teammates surround me,

As the crowd cheers with glee,

I walk off the court,

With a smile on my face,

Knowing that we won,

72-70.

-Alex Fuller