The first-stringers had the ball, and Jared was fighting to get open. Fiorelli put a move on Ryan and cut toward the basket with the ball. As Ryan scrambled to recover, Jared stepped out to block his path with a screen. It looked as if Fiorelli had a clear path to the basket. At least it looked like that to everyone but Dunk. He timed his jump just right, reaching for the ball as Fiorelli unleashed the shot. Smack. The ball soared backward, where Lamont scooped it up for Dunk’s side and dribbled quickly toward the opposite basket. “Dinner,” Dunk said with a smile as Fiorelli shook his head and began chasing Lamont. Even during practice, nothing felt as good as coming out of nowhere to send the ball down the other team’s throats. That was probably the highest Dunk had jumped in his life. David scored for Dunk’s side before Dunk had reached midcourt, so he hustled back on defense. The second-teamers were giving the starters all they could handle today. The scrimmage was dead-even so far.
