The Final Shot


This game; the pressure, the future, it’s all in my head 

I look up and there’s 10 seconds left 

The fans, my fans, people who have always been there for me are all here

Then I look up and there’s 9 seconds left 

Dribbling the ball, our team loosing 

With the team depending on me, on this final shot

Once again I look up and there’s 8 seconds left 

Passing half court noticing the ball is 42 feet away from the rim

Then again I look up and there’s 7 seconds left

Sweat dripping down my face, heart stomping, down by 2 there’s only one thing to do

Then the crowd starts yelling

Saying the final seconds which is down to only 6

Either win to succeed or tie to go to overtime, feelings telling me to win it now

Now a shout of 5 is coming from my teammate on the side of me 



With my choice on my mind and the three point line right in front of me I start my set

Now crowds from all over the gym – screaming out 4 

To more sure I get my clear shot I start to pump and 2 people on the court tell me its time to shoot

Then looking at the time clock 

Telling me there’s 3 seconds left

Silence, stares, fingers crossed, all you can see in this exact moment

With the seconds only down to 2

Bouncing from the rim, everyone out of there benches, bodies on the floor, a second away from a win 

Now as time feels forever with one second left I noticed something

With my eyes closed not knowing what happened I start feeling hands on me

With the time down to zero and a game won by 1, crowd cheering, tears dropping,

Buzzer beating, all I know is that I made the final shot 

Alberto Monnar