Panic

As I stared at the ball infront of me I suddenly felt a strong sense of impending doom linger over me. All the other players were so good and I could barely make one basket how could they do it so easily. Then the world started to feel like it was slowing down but spending up at the same time, my chest got heavy and compact, my breathing wild. I couldn't control it, I felt like I so badly had to get over this feeling so I pushed it down deep into the darkest pits of my stomach and tried to keep playing. Sooner or later, I knew that this feeling would explode out of me and I would snap but still I keped it down, if I did something about it now I would feel bad for keeping it down so I did nothing.