Matt Soffer
5/26/2009
Mr. Juliani
Theme 8
“Swoosh,” Riziki loved that sound, nothing but net. The home crowd roared with joy and excitement. Riziki stepped to the line to take his second foul shot. The entire arena grew silent in anticipation. Riziki loved being the star of the team and receiving all of the attention. He dribbled the ball twice and then put it behind his back. This was his sacret ritual. He did this before every foul shot. It helped him block all of the noise and put his mind at ease. The second foul shot was up; It rolled around the rim like a flushing toilet and eventually went through the net. It seemed like the ball was sitting on the rim for hours on end. Riziki pumped his fist to entice the audience. The home crown roared with extreme pleasure and tenacity even louder than they had before. Riziki slapped five with his teammate Lupe. The game was practically iced. Riziki’s foul shots put the Miami Jam up by one point with 1.8 seconds left in regulation.
The opposing team, the Seattle Defenders called a twenty second timeout. In the Jam’s huddle, Coach Ford was screaming, “Don’t Foul, they only have 1.8 seconds left!” The members of the Jam were encouraging the crowd to make some noise. The crowd started a Defense chant that got increasing louder.
The Defenders impounded the ball to an open man. They want to run a set play but there was not enough time on the clock and there was too much chaos. Reggie Johnson, the Defenders star player, heaved up a prayer which clanked off the backboard and was no good. The home crowd started cheering and waiving their arms around like savages.
When all of the celebration ended Riziki and his teammates headed back to the locker room. A reporter was chasing Riziki back to the locker room. The reporter, with her microphone in hand, got a hold of Riziki. She asked him, “Can you describe how significant of a win this is.” Riziki responded, “It was huge for us, our playoff hopes our still alive.” The reporter could sense that Riziki wanted to hed back to the locker room so she rapped up the brief interview by say, “Thank you and good luck” to Riziki. He smiled and scampered back to the locker room.
The Miami Jam were tied with the Dakota Sparks for the 8th and final playoff seed in the USBA (United States Basketball Association) League. Ironically enough, the Jam’s last game of the regular season was against the Sparks. “Win and In” is the motto coach Ford echoed to his team. The team had to get directly onto a plane because they did not have layoff in between games.
Riziki received pats on the back because of his clutch performance at the end of this critical basketball game. Riziki took off his shooting sleeve, wrist bands, knee braces, headband, USBA socks, and his lucky wristbands. He was known around the league for the illustrious equipment that he wore for every game. The team equipment manger, Kevin Jones was the team equipment manager. Riziki was always hassling Kevin with all of the equipment that he wore. Riziki hit the showers and got prepared to go to the Miami airport with his team.
At the airport, fans of all ages were chanting Rizikis name. Little boys came up to the entire team asking for autographs. An older fan came up to Riziki and asked if he could have a picture with him. “Why not,” Riziki responded. The fan handed his camera to his wife and posed next to Riziki with a gleaming smile on his face. Riziki’s teammates were already waiting at the terminal so he quickly grabbed his bag and hurried down to the terminal.
On the flight, Riziki reclined his seat all the way back and listened to his Ipod. He dreamt about his game winning foul shots against the Defenders.
Riziki was rummaging through his bag roughly five minutes before the start of the game. He couldn’t find any of his equipment. When he realized what had happened he froze. He had accidentally swapped bags with the man in the airport whom which he had taken a picture with. The bag contained all of his fashionable equipment (shooting sleeve, etc)
“Hey, you guys got any extra equipment, I can’t find mine” Riziki said anxiously. None of his teammateseven wore such flashy equipment. One of his teammates said, “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine.” Riziki wished that were the case, but he did not feel confident without his extra accessories. He had worn this flashy equipment since his high school days.
As the team huddled up, Lupe gave a motivational speech in t he locker room. “This is our game!” He shouted.
The Jam took the court confidently. The game was a tight fisted affair. It was evident that Raziki was struggling. He could not buy a bucket. The hoop seemed shrunken to him, almost like a Cheerio.
The Jam had a 1 point lead and the ball with 7.1 seconds to go. The Sparks would immediately foul the man to catch the inbound pass to stop the clock and send the Jam to the free throw line. Due to Raziki’s poor game, the coach did not want the ball imbounded to him. Raziki was supposed to srt a screen but instead he ran to an open spot on the court and called for the ball. The defense has lost him. Lupe was wide open up court. Instead Raziki helf the ball himself and was fouled. A pass to Lupe could have iced the game for sure because there was no one with in 15 feet of him. The clock read 4.2 seconds.
Raziki wanted seal the deal for his team. He also wanted to increase his scoring total; he had only scored 8 points that game. Raziki stepped to the line and completed his sacred ritual. He let the first foul shot go and it clank off the front rim. The Spark’s crowd cheered. The Sparks fans were screaming and waving their arms back and forth to distract Raziki. Raziki air balled the second foul shot. Thus the clock had not started and still read 4.2 seconds.
The Sparks immediately called for a 20 second time out. As Raaziki walked to his huddle Coach Ford shook his head in disgust at him. “Play tight defense, no fouls!” Coach Ford said.
The Sparks in bounded the ball, The other teams best shooter, Scott Jones, weaved in and out of defenders and pulled of for a three pointer, swoosh! The buzzer sounded as the ball went through the hoop. The swoosh sound pierced the ears of every Jam player.
The Sparks crowd screamed with exultation. As Raziki walked back to the locker room, he didn’t hear anything except the sound of that swoosh.