Jason high fived all of his teammates as he made his way to the free throw line. He felt like a fish in water as he dribbled the ball once before starting his shooting motion. There wasn't an ounce of suspense as he easily drained the shot.
It was only the first minute of the game and Jefferson was already leading 5 to 0 as they came out to a hot start.
Zhaire was clenching his fist tightly at his side as his whole body was trembling in anger. He then took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down.
'Don't lose it Z. It's just the start of the game. You're leagues above that skinny Asian bitch. Just play your game.
He might be a good perimeter defender but you'll destroy him in the post.' His little self monologue seemed to have successfully cooled down his hot head as he decided to let his Point Guard bring the ball up instead of doing it himself when he saw Jason coming over to defend him full court again.
