Narrative Essay: The First Basketball Game

The ball was silent in the overloaded, roaring arena. It was late in the the fourth quarter of the 6th game in the NBA finals and the Warriors were down 97-95 against the Wizards. When he crosses half court, he looks calm, collected, and has a slight grin on his face. He is being defended by John Wall the Wizards all-star guard with forward height, sprinter speed, and world class athleticism. The clock is now at twenty seconds and counting. Steph plays with him out at the top of the key and looks toward his big man, calling for a screen. “Dre, come set one!” Stephen said as the clock was slowly ticking away. 10, 9, 8… Draymond Green sprints up to the top of the key and sets a wholluping screen on John Wall. Steph comes off the hard ball
Halfway through the second half Davidson was down by twelve points. They were tired, worn out, beat. Pittsburgh had them on their heels and they knew it. The next few possessions changed the whole game. Steph got a steal and hit the layup. It was now a ten point game. Davidson got a stop on defense and Curry ran down the floor and set up in the corner. His teammate found him early; Steph was wide open. Buckets. It was down to seven. The clock was at five minutes and seemed to be counting down eerily fast. Another stop. Curry dribbled it down the floor to find his teammate who he hit on a behind the back pass for a wide open layup. Down to five. Pittsburgh came down the floor and called a
Everyone in the huddle seemed exhausted. Except Steph. Their coach drew up a play for them to run the next possession which would get Curry with the ball at the top, coming off of a stagger screen. They got a stop on defense and quickly pushed the ball down the floor to get in their offense. They executed the play thoroughly and Steph drilled the three. The score was down to a one possession game with two minutes on the clock and counting. A few possessions later, the game clock was ticking away and Davidson was trailing Pittsburgh by 2 points. Davidson had the ball and Madison Square Garden was coming to life. Stephen was walking the ball up the court and the arena erupted. The clock was ticking down. The shot clock was turned off; everyone knew it would come down to this possession. Steph called down to his big man. “Come set one!” Steph yelled as his barely audible voice was being disrupted in the roaring arena. His big man sprinted up to the top of the key and set a hard screen on Steph’s man. Steph came off of the screen and set up for a