The ball came down the court. Dribbled by my best friend, David. "David! David over here!" Everyone yelled. Out of anyone, he threw the ball to me. It was 4th quarter, 15 seconds left. I was at the 3 point line, and we were 1 point behind. I shot the ball, and made my specialty, the 3-pointer. Everyone was chanting. "An-drew, an-drew, An-drew!" I have never felt better as my team dumped Gatorade on me, over the concrete we played on. "Nice, man!" Matt congratulated me, patting me on the back. The team took me out for wings after the game. I felt like a champion. But one thing.. I wish I was tall.
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