"Alright team, we've got eight seconds left in the fourth quarter. We're down by 2. Jeffreys, I want you to take it up, you're gonna fake right then move left. Abernathy, I want you to pick and roll for Jeffreys. Jeffreys, if the shot isn't open, pass to Abernathy, and we all pray he makes it in. Got it?" Coach McKinny ran over the final play in hopes to win the championship. The team nodded their heads, and the coach sent them back out onto the court.
Like planned, Jeffreys took the ball up.
7. . .
Abernathy took his spot at the top of the three-point line.
6. . .
Jeffreys faked right, then went left, but something was wrong.
5. . .
Abernathy was just standing there. What is he doing?
4. . .
Jeffreys was surrounded, time to pass.
3. . .
"Abernathy, what are you doing, move!" Coach McKinny yelled. Abernathy looked up, startled. He took his hand away from his face and took his spot behind the three-point line.
2. . .
Jeffreys passed to Abernathy. Abernathy squared himself to the basket.
1. . .
Then he shot. Perfect form. Everyone watched the anticipated arc of the shot, but no ball followed.
The buzzer beeped. The opposing team, The Hamsters, erupted in cheers at winning the championship. Moments later the ball dropped from Abernathy's hand, hitting the floor. The Mockingbirds joined Coach McKinny in congratulating The Hamsters, then met in the locker room.
"What was that Abernathy! The play was all set. You missed your queue and still managed to get in position in time, and then you just held the ball. Give me one reason why I shouldn't release you from the team immediately!"
"Coach, I tried to shoot it, but the ball wouldn't go!"
"What do you mean it wouldn't go? Have my eyes deceived me during practice? Have I not seen you drain three after three?"
"What do you mean it wouldn't go? Have my eyes deceived me during practice? Have I not seen you drain three after three?"
"It stuck to my finger! I tried to shoot it, but it wouldn't release!"
Furious at the insanity that Abernathy was speaking, Coach McKinny's face was turning red. Then from gritted teeth he grumbled "What do you mean it stuck to your finger. Balls don't just stick when you shoot them."
Furious at the insanity that Abernathy was speaking, Coach McKinny's face was turning red. Then from gritted teeth he grumbled "What do you mean it stuck to your finger. Balls don't just stick when you shoot them."
"You said pick and roll, so I did!"
"That was the worst pick in basketball history! You stood there like a moron gaping down. We had to remind you what to do!"
"It was one of my best picks yet, and I wasn't done rolling!"
"You didn't even roll when you were supposed to!"
"I hadn't gotten anything yet; there was nothing to roll!"
"That was the worst pick in basketball history! You stood there like a moron gaping down. We had to remind you what to do!"
"It was one of my best picks yet, and I wasn't done rolling!"
"You didn't even roll when you were supposed to!"
"I hadn't gotten anything yet; there was nothing to roll!"
"The only thing to roll is you, Abernathy! All you had to do was follow the play and we would have won!"
"I DID FOLLOW THE PLAY!" Abernathy screamed, frustrated at his coach. "Now it's dry" he said, flicking his booger across the locker room, bouncing off of Jeffreys shin. "Who calls a play like that with eight seconds left in the game!"
Abernathy stormed out of the locker room. Coach McKinny was gripping his clipboard so hard that it snapped, while the rest of the team stood there, understanding.
"Well, you did tell him to pick and roll, coach." Jeffreys said.
"SHOWERS, NOW!" Coach McKinny yelled.
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