Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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"Come on, man." I signaled my teammates. We were up by four. Last minutes of the game. The opposing team San Antonio was looking for a quick jumper, we needed to tighten up the defense and keep the ball out of their shooters' hands.
Their point guard went up for a shot and missed. He was heavily guarded. Our center Jeremy was at the hole ready for the rebound.
"Damn." I yelled out as well the other teammates as Jeremy came down awkwardly on his ankle. He quickly got up as if nothing happened.
"I'm good, push it," Jeremy yelled out to us, as he missed getting the rebound.
"You sure?" I yelled back to him, noticing him limping back. He nodded, signaling for us to carry on. Marcel snuck up behind the small forward and stole the ball and pushed it back down the court. Only for him to get it taken. San Antonio's power forward lobbed the ball from half court to their center at the hole. He quickly went up for the layup.
Damn!
"Slow it down, no fouls," I yelled as the ball was checked to me, I slowly dribble it down the court.
You're not getting this ball, back it up playboy.
I crossed over their guard guarding me, breaking his ankle as I made my way down the court. I passed the ball to our shooting guard. He quickly passed it to Marcel continuing the triangle. Marcel gave it to Jackson. He immediately went up for the jumper from his corner spot. The shot was good, bringing us back up by four points.
"Stay up, again, no fouls," I yelled out.
Only eight seconds left on the clock, San Antonio's guard checked in the ball then quickly passed it to their small, he went up for a fast jumper. It was no good, Jackson was heavily guarding him, with his hands in his face. They had nowhere to go.
"That's good D," I yelled to him.
I raised my hand in the air closing my fist as Jeremy. Our Center caught the rebound. He held the ball dribbling until the clock ran out.
Game three was officially ours; we won. We can finally go back home and play them one more time. I hope to finish them at home for Game four, so we can have some days off, before the next round. This was a big win.
