In the final ten seconds, the score was locked. The ball was in the hands of that small-town guard from ENMU. He drove the lane, the GCU defense closing in like a purple tide. He pivoted, faded back, and let the ball fly just as the buzzer screamed.
The arena went dead silent for a heartbeat as the ball arched through the air. In the final ten seconds, the score was locked
"It’s up!" Sarah shouted, her professional veneer finally cracking. In the final ten seconds