could this be considered a game-winning play?

- I worry that this is merely a test of my precision and timing as the stitched ball hurtles toward me. My hands feel like clams, pearls of sweat collecting under the pressure. I hear the grinding of my team’s teeth, all of us bearing the weight of this risky play—a gamble from the start. I swing with one eye closed, unsure if my legacy ends here. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like home is a place I can run to.