He could feel it in the air, that feeling. he could smell
the scent of victory in the air, he knew he wanted to win at
all cost.

He could hear the crowd as he entered the court, he saw the
bright lights reflecting against the floor and boards, he
was ready.

As the whistle was heard he jumped as high as he could, just
to get to that thing he wanted the most. When he did, he was
the happiest man in the arena, but just for a fragment of a
second...

As the battle continued, he knew he had to win, there was no
alternative!

As the final hour approached in giant steps, he took it all
on himself, there was nothing that could have stopped him
from reaching his goal.

He took the ball in his hands, he felt that doted leather
surface better than anything he felt before. It was his
time. He began the race against time. Time was his only
enemy now.

He ran across the sideline, somehow he felt fresh, like a
new battery. The clock as if he was against him, laughing in
his face and running out.

Suddenly time froze, he was the only man on the court, he
was in the "ZONE". He dribbled the ball, he never felt as
confidence as now, he faked to the right, the road to
victory was opened. He went up for the shot. As the ball
flew it seemed like forever. The fate of the game depended
on that shot alone, but he already knew, it was in the
basket...

Nothing could take this feeling he had, a feeling of
elevation, a feeling of pure victory.

As he stepped off the court the only thing his rivals could
say was: "Today I saw GOD"...