I am having a hard time sleeping tonight. My ears are still ringing from the noise of the crowd and my back is still sore from being slapped on it by so many monsters. I have replayed the shot in my head so many times already and I'm still not tired of watching it again and again. It was a tough game against the same team of the gargoyle school that knocked us out of the playoffs last years. Until tonight happened, the memory of that game last year was the one that kept me up at night. We were up by one and all we had to do was hold onto the ball and run out the clock. Deuce was bringing the ball up court and got triple teamed leaving me open. Somehow he was able to get the ball to me, but instead of waiting for the defense to collapse on me and then pass the ball back to Deuce, our best d