Clutch-game -

The defender, a wall of muscle named Miller, pressed tight. Elias could hear Miller’s heavy breathing, feel the heat radiating off him. Miller sneered, "Not today, rookie."

Elias rose. Everything else faded. The roar of the crowd became a distant hum, like wind through trees. He released the ball at the apex of his jump, his fingers flickering in the follow-through. clutch-game

Elias didn’t look at the clock; he felt it in his chest. He drove right, a hard, punishing step that forced Miller to shift his weight. Then, a lightning-fast crossover. The ball hummed against the hardwood. The defender, a wall of muscle named Miller, pressed tight