The Perfect Arc
The first time I saw the arcs, I was twenty-three years old and shooting free throws in an empty arena after a game. It was the third quarter of a playoff game. My team was down by twelve. I had missed three shots in a row—two jumpers and a free throw that hit the front of the rim and bounced away like it had been rejected. The coach pulled me. I sat on the bench and stared at the floor and...
0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews