As I dribble the big bumpy basketball down Montevideo’s court

the crowd cheers as I approach the half court line

The stench of sweat and bittersweet hard work filled my nostrils

I realize this smell, when everyone’s panting and trailing behind me

As someone catches up I see their determination to take the ball away

Their eyes are locked on the ball and their movements follow mine

I run, tasting the salty sweat falling from my cheek, as the orange ball bounces

The bright brown glossy gym floor, with red lines

shone underneath me like the referee's bald head, shiny and reflective

The yellow shirts of the players behind began to close in

There’s a girl in pigtails trying to swat the ball away

but the ball keeps bouncing almost as if it were to say

you bounce

can’t bounce

catch bounce

me bounce

I look around me and no one is open

They all have someone on them like leeches

I see an opening and continue to run

It’s the fourth quarter

with ten seconds left

I’m going as quick as a result from Google

Dodging everyone left and right trying to beat the clock

Then everything moves as if the world was lagging,

the crowd’s roar is muffled as

I approach the basketball net

My heart and stomach

in a big fluster

as my foot trips

the ball goes

out of bounds

Silence

 
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