One shot left.
Make it: unquestionable elation.
Miss it: devastating sorrow.
The last shot.
You’ve run this play a million times in your head. Every possible outcome, every possible contingency, every possible victory, every possible defeat.
You know it’s desperate, you know it probably won’t work. But it’s the only thing you can do. You know it, they know it.
Your emotions are heightened. Anxiety, excitement, fear.
Palms sweaty, heart racing.
Do or die.
A Toast: To the Hail Mary