Kobe Behind The Backboard Shot Novels & Stories

Two strides into the zone, already reading the defender's weight, I'd noticed it two shifts back, the way he loaded onto his left edge when he thought an attack was coming wide. I went inside. Tight. Through a gap that existed for maybe a second and a half. The shot came off my backhand from a tighter angle than I'd have chosen with time to think. Slightly off-balance. Not the clean drill execution I'd been building all week. The kind of shot that relies on instinct more than technique and goes in more from belief than physics. It went in. Top right corner. Perfect. The horn sounded. For half a second the arena held its breath, that specific silence when even the crowd needs a moment to catc

He smiled, not his usual cocky smirk but a nice smile that was highlighted by the setting sun reflecting on his blonde hair. ‘Meg!’ The power forward called and passed the ball to me. Catching it, I made a run for the hoop, dodging all attackers and taking the shot just a few feet from it. We were now at a draw with our opponents. They had the ball now and we had ninety seconds left when the whistle sounded indicating a foul, the girl had the ball in both hands and had resumed dribbling. ‘Summers! Take the shot!’ coach yelled and I grabbed the ball.

By the end of the third quarter, we were up by fourteen, so the coach decided to sub me off. He patted me on the back, 'Nice shooting Luke, too bad about the defense.' I was pretty exhausted anyway and needed a break. I looked up in the stands, searching for the scouts. But there didn't seem to be anywhere. I turned my head back to the game to see Terry block the other team’s center. He then stole the ball from another player, dribbled past two defenders and dunked the ball like some sort of freak NBA player.

Mauro was restless while waiting for a call from one of his staff that he ordered to find Diana. “Tsk, can you just sit down?” Kobe was irritated with his son. He is the one who is dizzy because, after sitting down, he will immediately stand up and then walk back and forth in front of them.

"This is crazy. It doesn't make sense." A part of me wanted to overlook this process but it could turn out to be a biggest mistake for me so I needed to concentrate. I leaned forward on the couch, elbows on my knees, watching the footage from their quarter final three weeks ago. Number twenty-two had the puck behind the opposing net and without looking, without any visible signal, number seventeen was already moving into the slot before the pass was even a thought. The shot came and it went in.

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.”

"Although Mia just potted two spinning balls, this ball obviously can't be potted with a spin." "Just give up. You've already won." Maria heard their words, raised her eyebrows, then turned around to face everyone with her back to the pool table. She perched on the edge of it, her right hand holding the pool stick behind her... "Damn! A behind-the-back shot! She can do a behind-the-back shot!?" "Really!? Can she do such a difficult move?" Angel was already overwhelmed with jealousy. Watching Maria’s move, she spitefully said, "Mia, don't show off. This pose is cool, but it's not something that everyone can do..."

He cracked his neck left and right and rolled his shoulders, walking up positively while spinning the basketball in his hands as if it were second nature. He dribbled quickly, the ball bouncing low and controlled. With a swift crossover, he stepped into his shot from the free-throw line... Swish. Clean. No rim, no backboard. Just net. The players on the sideline nodded in approval. Aaron grinned and said, "Easy." For his second shot, he took a step back, moving beyond the three-point line. Someone whispered, "No way he's shooting from that far…"

(Back robber 2) The second robber wanted to react, but what happened to his friend were too fast. Before he even managed to steel his heart for the busted knee. I shot his back waist a point blank shot directly to spine, the pain is surely unimaginable, but that isn’t the only thing that I’ve done to him, appearing behind his back I choked him until he passed out. After the 2 have been dealt with, swiftly I tied both of them and then hurried to check the hostage behind the counter.

“You were always the first one out, now that’s just atrocious.” “I tried my best!” I defended myself with a shocked laugh. Baron grinned at me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards him so that he could show me the proper way to hold the ball when trying to make a basket. He got behind me, pressing his hips against the bottom of my back, and whispered in my ear as he pointed up at the backboard of the hoop, showing me where to aim. His hands drifted from my shoulders down to the dips of my waist. I was about to turn to tell him to back off so I could shoot, but when I looked over my shoulder the words died in my throat.