He was running, running. Dribbling. Dribbling an orange round ball, concentrating on not tripping, just running and drippling.

Don’t think about anything else. Just go. Run. Dribble the ball. Outrun the other team. Get to the basket first.

He saw the basket; it was only ten feet away. The hoop was shining orange, glinting evily; it seemed to be saying You’ll never make it. You’re too slow. Just give up now.

But he wouldn’t give up. He never would. He would make it to that hoop, and then he would shoot the ball and he would score.

He was only a few feet away. He looked up at the hoop, took a step.

Here it is. I’ve made it. I’m actually going to score.

He took another step, then his leg started to go up to make the layup.

Yes! The shot is clear open! No defenders anywhere! Nothing can stop me now-

And then, Andrew tripped.

Needless to say, he did not make the basket.