The clock had already hit 0.00 but the final shot was in the air. I had watched it leave my hands from just behind the three point line less with less than a second of time left. I knew my girlfriend was behind me, in the stands watching as she had been the whole game. My coach had told me to take the shot during the timeout, five seconds had been on the clock at that point, almost an eternity. Out opponents had gotten so cocky, when they scored to take the lead with 8 seconds remaining, their bench had run out onto the court forcing the referee to yell at them all, delaying the game. You know, I wish my coach hadn't picked me to take the shot. I’ve never done well under pressure. In high school I had to take the SAT three times in order to
