Even though he was in the open several times no one passed to him. Not until he ran to a corner on a hard press by the Peacocks did Ronnie pass him the ball. “Shoot!” a voice Jerry recognized as Danny’s shouted. “Shoot, Jerry!” Nervously Jerry stood looking at the basket, the ball gripped in his hands. He wanted to shoot, but he was afraid he would miss. He had missed so many times before. “Jerry, shoot!” Jerry never saw the Peacock sweeping in until the player hit the ball out of his hands. He hustled to retrieve it. But the Peacock, a little dynamo, dribbled it away and passed it downcourt to a teammate. Seconds later the Peacocks scored another basket. 15 – 10. Jerry ran downcourt in a daze. He felt that every eye in the gym was on him. He bumped into Chuck Metz, who almost tripped over his own feet as he tried to regain his balance. “Look where you’re going, will you?”
