Communicating Towards Victory

The thumping of the basketball going down the court.
The crowd near silent, anticipating the next move.
Our team in desperate need of a basket.
That basket ensures our win,
Our reward.
Only enemies challenging us is the clock ticking to a mere few seconds,
And the ones on the court.
Our team makes swift eye contact.
Glances between each other.
We know what we need, what we want, and what we got to do to secure it.
Our feet move before our minds can process what’s to happen.
Every second of us hesitating will do us no good.
We maneuver around the defense
Poking, prodding, searching for that loophole 
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the weak spot
And so does our point guard.
Just like in practice, I back-cut around the player on me
The basketball already thrown towards my awaiting hands.
I grasped the basketball and whip around to put it up in the basket.
Right when my shot is released, I stumble over and fall lightning quick onto the floor.
The buzzer of the clock resonates throughout the gym
Clashing with the uproarious cheer in the crowd.
I extend my limbs to upright myself and am met with my smiling teammates,
Sweating but smiling from ear to ear.
I don’t need to look at the score to know the reason behind our grins.
Oh sweet victory.