the prowl

Friday, May 16, 2008 | 00:21 | 2 comments

he's grabbed the rebound..he turns to run it up the court. He's not gonna get to do anything useful with it, he doesnt know it.

he runs up the court striding out and pushing the ball out in front of him. There's a shadow on him, chasing him from his blind spot.

The shadow is careful, he sprints hard to close the distance but quickly slows to make sure he doesnt show up in victim's peripheral vision. The place slows, the difference in distance closes inch by inch.

"Man on Man on"

Panic, what's going on? It's too late for him. The shadow has copied his pace, they are step in step and he can't hear where it the attack will come from, does he dare to look? does he dare to cross over?

The shadow has done all the thinking, just waiting for the moment...He begins his next dribble, its time to strike.

The shadow breaks pace lunges a few steps forward puts out his hand and pushes the ball out in front. With his new pace he runs ahead and regathers.

basketball rocks =)

2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

i don't believe you think that much playing ball. anyway....my story goes like:

"swish" "swish" "swish" "swish".

bastketball rocks.

9:12 AM  
Blogger noodles said...

nah i dont actually think all that.. i only realised it yesterday that's kinda how it goes.

mate if i could shoot (which these two guys on my team can) thats exactly how i'd be thinking =)

9:22 AM  

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