We had just gotten a big win in the semi-finals to get to the finals. Our team was enthusiastic and this time we wanted to win. It's sad how we lost last year by just one point. The finals are always close and intense; unfortunately in the last three years we have lost. We won't let it happen again. Positioned and there in the left lane, ready for the ball to start the game, I thought about all the defeats suffered in the years before. This year we were playing at home, with the crowd on our side, the match was already about to start and it was fantastic. The referee was approaching the halfway line where the centers were positioned and was ready to jump out. He tossed the ball in the air, the centers popped, and the opposing team won the ball. It all started with a four-point play. They turned the ball to their guard and then he fired a contact three and went to the line for one. Keep in mind that this was not a good way to start as it dropped the three and one. I kept in mind that we had to finish strong and win the final; we won't lose this match. Coming back to score, we rotated when the point guard called a play. He raised his hand holding up four fingers obviously indicating game four. This play was where I should have finished strong in the post. Then the team slowly rotated setting up a few screens allowing me to quickly move to the right lane near the baseline. As soon as I got the ball, the first one-on-one I did was a juke step followed by an ankle break, which threw the defender away. This was a moment where I could easily make contact as the defense of help came towards me. When they did, I turned the... center of the card... and before it could reach me. The game had gone well and with two and a half minutes to go we were up by six. We wasted a lot of time so that the other team couldn't score quickly and break down our lead. Everything was fine and the game was decided because time had expired and it was the end of regulation. Our home crowd erupted onto the floor and started celebrating. We had one, the tournament and the championship. A feeling of pride ran through me as our team jumped on each other in celebration. I was at the bottom of the pile and started laughing. The celebration was huge because the photos took lots of smiles everywhere, it was a great feeling. We had won and that's what matters most. We shook hands with the other team as they left the field in misery. I had also noticed our coach running around the field hugging everyone he saw. We had just won!