148 Grit: part-3

The entire arena went silent as they watched the ball leave Jason's hands. There wasn't event the slightest bit of doubt in Jason's eyes as he shot the ball.

The ball flew in a straight high arc toward the basket. The way it moved through the air looked relaxed and unbothered.

As it began to descend everyone watching became more tense. The lower the ball went the higher the tension became.

Finally the ball sank through as it hit nothing but net. The entire arena jumped to their feet as they began to cheer wildly.

Jason held his right hand up from the follow through of the shot. After seeing his shot swish through the net he couldn't help but smile brightly.

He turned to the audience and celebrated. He pretended as though he had a bowl in his left hand.

He held up three fingers on his right hand and pretended as though they were a pair of chopsticks as he slurped up some imaginary noodles.

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