Jamar looked ahead and spotted the barricade in the paint. He abruptly halted and pulled off a quick midrange shot from the top of the key. The ball sailed through the air and...
Swish
"Again," Coach Anderson barked, picking up the ball from the ground. Jamar, panting lightly, nodded and headed back to the half-court line where the drill began.
Huff Huff Huff
Jamar's breath came in steady, determined gasps as he prepared to run the drill once more. His muscles ached, but he knew the pain was part of the process, part of becoming the best.
Creak Doom
