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Fast Ball Sweat—a scent I’ve learned to love, Forget the crowd that’s shove and yelling. They’re shouting that we’ll never win, But I spin for a layup, and the foul is in. "AND ONE!" the voice booms through the intercom, A highlight play, a total bomb. The home crowd goes quiet, losing their gleam, "That’s a win," he says, "for the away team." -vivw048
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Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
Fast ball (basketball)
Fast Ball Sweat—a scent I’ve learned to love, Forget the crowd that’s shove and yelling. They’re shouting that we’ll never win, But I spin for a layup, and the foul is in. "AND ONE!" the voice booms through the intercom, A highlight play, a total bomb. The home crowd goes quiet, losing their gleam, "That’s a win," he says, "for the away team." -vivw048
I play a lot of sport and have always been the team that losses. But when they put me on the court I light up. Points come flying down and then we are up so I come back to the bench.
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Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
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