Nothing But Net
I know the way the ball feels as it gently rolls off my fingertips, I can visualize the ball softly sweeping through the net before the ball even reaches the rim. I know the way it feels to have complete control over the ball as I dribble, as if I tied a string to the ball. I know the pure satisfaction that comes from the frustrated mind of my opponent when he can do absolutely nothing to stop me, let bigots say what they will.
