This was not the pure joy.
At the end of the tercer período, Sergio made the unseen pass to me on a baseline cutting. I then made an off-kilter layup with no regard for human life!
This was still not the pure joy.
There were 1.7 seconds left at that moment. As Phoenix got the ball, I circled widely like a condor and made a theft of their inbounds passing. And in a world without time, I made a three-pointer at the buzzer!
I scored five points in less than two seconds. And the fans got the accursed chalupas. This was almost the pure joy.
Mi recompensa final: Upon the returning to the bench, I saw that one of the Rose Garden’s battle-hardened ushers was busting moves while expostulating, “That was awesome!”
Sergio's eyes met mine: To break through to a jaded usher is unheard of— and it was then that the pure joy hit me! And with that, I sat upon my restful laurels.
Photo by Don Ryan.