I was a small town kid, who lived in the big city. I didn't mind the noise, I just minded the rude people. They always pissed me off.
I had played only 2 sports. Soccer and, my love and passion, basketball. Those were the only two.
Soccer was a breeze. I was goalie. Didn't have much to do. Only dived for balls. Kept people from scoring. Stuff like that. Didn't mind it at all. All my teammates just sorta, you know, left. But when it came to basketball..... That was a different story.
I was 9 when I started to play. I was in House League for 2 years, 4th and 5th grade. I had some of the best coaches. But then in 6th grade. I started to play travel.
I had the best coach ever. For 3 years of my life I was on OLCG Wildcats. Number 13.
In 8th grade we graduated from CYO, travel, and I went into high school.

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The deciding shot
Short StoryThis is a story about basketball, romance, tragedy, and hope.