🏀 The Game Was Close… Until I Showed Up  

They had heart. I had a whistle.

They were battling.

Every possession…
Every timeout…
Every loose ball…

Like it mattered.

I stood there…
Silently watching…
Like a storm checking the wind before it snaps the rim off the backboard.

And just when they thought it would come down to grit?

I reminded them…

It comes down to me.

The game was tied when I called that charge.
The crowd was electric when I swallowed the whistle.
And the momentum?
I broke it like a huddle.

They were playing for legacy.
I was managing outcome.

Call it unfair.
Call it controversial.
But don’t call it close.

Not when I’m on the floor.