Jake
As I approach mid-half-court on the west end, defender #11 moves into my way. I stop my sprint with a snap-back (quick crossover of the ball backwards to the opposing hand) through my legs, to my right hand, creating space between me and my defender. #11 stays on my right side approaching me quickly, assuming I'm going for a jump shot. But instead I fake going right, extending my body and arms rightwards. My defender, quick to react, extends his arm in my direction. He fell for it, I think, as I begin to cross over the ball from the right hand to my left, shifting my body weight suddenly. Then time slows down to a pulse, and I see him begin to shift his weight towards my left, fuck, he caught on... Suddenly, I allow for instincts to take over, and I feel a chill go through my spine. I feel a hundred moves ahead of the game as I convert my half-done crossover into an in-and-out move (a move meant to fool your opponent, in which you bring the basketball towards your opposite hand, and the quickly retract with your ball-hand facing the opposite direction from the beginning. Then allowing for the ball to dribble down from the retraction, creating a self-crossover-like effect). The move brings the ball down to my right hand comfortably, to execute any move I wish, but instincts continue.
Michael
I see Jake do his in-and-out from the east-side of the court, directly opposite to him. In my attempt to keep track of the shot clock, which is down about 10 seconds from 27 seconds, I can't help but notice #11 dumbfounded and in awe of Jake's reaction to his counter-attack. He even remains frozen, seemingly not knowing what do against Jake, who clearly is about to pull some crazy shit off. I see Jake plant his left leg in front of him, he's about to do a spin move... but why?, and he dribbles the ball once, really hard from his right hand, and spins on his left foot really fast.
Jake
I spin on my left foot, low-key hitting the ball with my elbow to the east-side of the court, where Michael is. Even though defender #6 is near him, I believe he'll catch this.
Michael
He hit the ball towards me with his elbow?!?! I have to catch this, there's no way I'm shaming Jake for this epic play. But I can't help but notice, not only #11's, but everybody's faces when they see Jake somehow without the ball in his hand. They likely didn't notice what happened, as it all went by so fast. The only exceptions to this are me, Jake, and #9, who's in front of me and ready to catch the ball. I make a counter. I spin around his right-side, and dash for the ball as fast as I can. Within nano-seconds, the ball is in my grasp, and I'm making a fast break towards the opposing net, where there aren't any defenders. All I can hear now is the crowd shouting, screaming in excitement for the suspense of this play. I'm only 4 meters from the net now, and I begin to assume a lay-up stance as I run, wishing badly that I could slam-dunk the ball in with all this hype driving me.
Jake
I see Michael, only 4-meters from the net, sprinting at full force. But #6 is right on his tail, and he clearly doesn't notice. He's going to be blocked, I have to warn him, "MICHAAEEEEELL!"
Michael
"MICHAAEEEEELL!!" I hear Jake scream as I stop my sprint instantly, snapping the ball back behind my legs. I see #6 zoom past me, and before I even complete my snap back, he's right in front of me in a heavy defensive stance. The other defenders are still on the west-end of the court, blocking my teammates from receiving as pass. I'm still midway through my snap back, and the ball hasn't hit the floor yet. If Jake is seeing this, he knows what I'm thinking.
Jake
Michael has to be smart enough to realize he can't get through. If we're on the same page, he knows what I'm thinking.
Jake - Michael
Alley-oop.
Jake, with no defenders around him, dashes towards the net as fast as he can. Michael reacts, completing his snap back, but not catching it with his opposite hand, thus creating a backwards pass. He bounced the ball really hard, allowing for it to soar at net-level just after the free throw line. "ALLEY-OOP!!!" Michael screams to Jake in the midst of the crowds standing-extreme-hype ovation. The crowd gets louder and louder, and all eyes are on Jake.
Jake
I'm dashing at full speed, preparing to jump for the ball soaring at net's height near the free-throw line. And as I approach it, I sway my arms back, jumping just after the free-throw line, and catching the ball mid-air with one hand. The momentum of my leap accelerates me forward, and as the net approaches, time slows down. In my peripheral vision, I see the crowd standing, ready for this play, as well as the other defenders bellow me, all dumbfounded. This is a good feeling... There's nothing between me, this net, and victory. I jam the ball in with all my force. And I fall to the floor.
Michael
There's a moment of silence, but just as the buzzer goes off and a score is counted, the crowd uproars in awe. I see Jake fall to the floor, but unlike most players that would be exhausted, he seems extremely happy, wearing a bright smile on his face as he gets up. We won!
Jake
I get up and off the floor, and I walk to up to Michael and BOX HIM in the face cause' he's a bummy ass fool. "Bumbarassclat ya fool"
