Sweating together, dribbling down the court, Panting from exhaustion, no reason to abort. As I clutch my knees, Saying a silent plea, Then for a split second, A tap on my back beckoned, “Come on, we are almost there” My teammate said, stealing the ball with seconds to spare. I stand back up, encouraged by my team, Running and passing, avoided defense as it seemed. I set a screen, The point moves down unseen. With a quick look, She passes the ball with a hook. The ball is shot, As it enters the golden pot, It goes through, Woohoo! The buzzer beams I look across to my team. Ecstatic, mixed with lucidly dreaming. I am proud to have won, I think But, most of all, I am proud to have won together.