The Crossover

Josh’s Play-by-Play

At the beginning

of the second half

we’re up twenty-three to twelve.

I enter the game

for the first time.

I’m just happy

to be back on the floor.

When my brother and I

are on the court together

this team is

unstoppable,

unfadeable.

And, yes,

undefeated.

JB brings the ball up the court.

Passes the ball to Vondie.

He shoots it back to JB.

I call for the ball.

JB finds me in the corner.

I know y’all think

it’s time for the pick-and-roll,

but I got something else in mind.

I get the ball on the left side.

JB is setting the pick.

Here it comes—

I roll to his right.

The double-team is on me,

leaving JB free.

He’s got his hands in the air,

looking for the dish

from me.

Dad likes to say,

When Jordan Bell is open

you can take his three to the bank,

cash it in, ’cause it’s all money.

Tonight, I’m going for broke.

I see JB’s still wide open.

McDonald’s drive-thru open.

But I got my own plans.

The double-team is still on me

like feathers on a bird.

Ever seen an eagle soar?

So high, so fly.

Me and my wings are—

and that’s when I remember:

MY. WINGS. ARE. GONE.

Coach Hawkins is out of his seat.

Dad is on his feet, screaming.

JB’s screaming.

The crowd’s screaming,

FILTHY, PASS THE BALL!

The shot clock is at 5.

I dribble out of the double-team.

4

Everything comes to a head.

3

I see Jordan.

2

You want it that bad? HERE YA GO!

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