"The Buzzer Beater" by Altierre P.

            The air was cold and I needed to concentrate. I had my gear on and I was ready for action. What was a game to me may be hell to other people. There were only two scenarios that that could end the game. I would either make the game-winning shot or miss to find me in a deep, dark place. With that in mind, I looked to my team one more time and said a prayer. It was time for me to make a play. I had to gather my courage once more even though I had done this millions of times before. The clock was ticking and and time was running out. With sweat running down my forehead and with steady hands, I went for the play. I had cut the blue wire diffusing the bomb with only seconds to spare. Being on the bomb squad was a very nerve-racking job. Although I had diffused many bombs before successfully, I can't help but to think that the the end of the game may be near.  I looked to my team and I gave the go-ahead to enter the building for I had just beat the buzzer and hit a three-pointer in the game of life once more.