Kobe Behind The Backboard Shot Novels & Stories

Before she could reply, Carl resumed, “Oh, you don’t watch it? That’s okay! Let me tell you why you should. First, it’s fast-paced, and there are so many strategies! Also, did you know the three-point line wasn’t always in the NBA? It was added in 1979!” Charlie, “...” “Did you know the highest-scoring NBA game ever was in 1983 when the Pistons beat the Nuggets 186 to 184? That’s crazy, right? That’s a total of 370 points! Most games don’t even break 250.” Charlie, “???” “Michael Jordan’s free throw percentage was 83.5%, but Steph Curry’s is over 90%. That means if they each took 100 free throws, Steph would make about 7 more shots than Jordan.”

“Weight on your back foot. Not your front – back. Yeah. Now when you swing, the power comes from your hips. Not your arms. Watch.” Rhys demonstrated. The slapshot – the same one from the championship overtime. The same motion that sent the puck into the top corner while scouts watched and the arena held its breath and I sat in these stands with my hand over my mouth. The puck hit the back of the net with a sound that echoed through the empty rink like a gunshot in a cathedral. Miles watched with the expression of a thirteen-year-old witnessing something holy. “That’s the one from the game?” “Same one.”

Like he forgot the rest of the world existed once he stepped onto the court. By the fourth quarter, the tension became unbearable. Tie score. Final seconds. Everybody stood. Coach Bennett screamed instructions from the sidelines while the arena practically shook from noise. Then Aaron got the ball. Everything happened too quickly after that. One defender blocked his path immediately. Another player crashed into him while trying to stop the shot. But Aaron still jumped. Still scored. The entire arena exploded instantly. Parkview won. People screamed around me while teammates rushed onto the court. Then Aaron hit the floor hard.

I have to give this absolutely everything I’ve got if I want to make the cut. I chased down a stray ball that deflected deep into my side of the court. Managing to dig it out with a desperate lunge, I quickly scrambled backward out of the path of my teammates so I wouldn’t obstruct the setter's vision. The ball was perfectly set back to my position. I timed my approach, gathered my strength, and exploded off the hardwood to strike the ball with everything I had. A textbook back-row attack. "Nice shot!" one of my teammates yelled, running over to give my shoulder an enthusiastic slap. "That was incredible, man!" he praised, and I couldn't help but smile at the validation.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "That's my baby!" She waved her banner so violently I was surprised it didn't snap in half. Scott gave a slight fake to the left. His defender bit. In one smooth motion, Scott stepped back, creating just enough space to lift the ball above his head. For a split second, the entire arena seemed to hold its breath. The shot left his fingertips. It spun cleanly through the air before dropping straight through the net. Swish! The arena erupted. Students leaped to their feet, chanting his name as our side of the scoreboard lit up first.

With one jump Kevin managed to reach the ball. "Damn it!" Yovi cursed, knowing that Dimas had missed his shot. Kevin deftly ran and dribbled with his hands left, while his right hand was busy blocking Yovi who was trying to grab the ball. Kevin managed to speed up his footsteps, leaving Yovi who had fallen behind him. Kevin stopped just outside the 3-point line, he dribbled several times before finally scoring points by shooting two hands into the basketball hoop.

“Is that really how it works? Wouldn’t sweating just make me hotter? Since the sweat means I’m already hot?” “You’re a smartass just like your mom used to be,” I said with a grin, and he smiled back at me. “You take the first shot.” Kael stood at the top of the court behind the three-point line and jumped for the shot. The ball went cleanly through the hoop. I grabbed the rebound, dribbled to the same spot where he had stood, and took the exact same shot. I had not really played basketball in almost ten years, but I still almost made it. The ball bounced around the rim before the basket finally spit it back out onto the pavement.

Make it count. We returned to the court. Everything felt slower, like the world had narrowed into one single frame. Ball in my hands, shot clock ticking. I dribbled, watched the defender shift. Crossed over. Step-back. Let it fly. Three-pointer. Swish. The arena erupted. Two minutes left. We were up. But they fought back. Two free throws, and we were tied again. Ten seconds. One possession. One chance. My possession. Coach didn’t even need to say it. He looked at me and nodded. My heart beat like a war drum as I jogged to the top of the arc.

You're hiding! Just as the basketball was about to clasp over her head, she stood upright, vacated a hand backhand clasp, a very high throw point! Not able to see how she shot this second! The speed of her shot is too fast! Even basketball is almost a vague track. All they saw was that the basketball hit the box very directly. Finally, it plays on the basketball board and then turns around the basketball box before falling into the box. Then it bounced to the ground, bouncing down and down.

He had no face to get up anymore. At one side, Leo also widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment. The audience burst into deafening cheers. After being called the Piano Prince, David now had a new title. The Basketball Prince. It was pretty clear who would score the next shot. After David caught the ball, he did a dashing back-to-the-basket shot. The ball entered the basket without touching the net. Team David 11 VS Team Leo 8. Did David not need to look at the basket when he made the shot?