Fastbreak
by jasmine Jun 13, 2006
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Special events /
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Fleet feet, a streak up the concrete to pull a special treat for the crowd. The outside pass fast as a break is on and I'm gone. A scene from the flash, I dash down the court to meet the pass. Eyes wide, arms out, a sweet finger roll is coming up no doubt. Sky high I fly and let my all in the ball...and bring the silent crowd back to life. |
