Two minutes left. Reality comes slowly to cautious minds. We're only up by nine now. Forty seconds left. Thirty seconds left.
Corrie throws the ball into the air as the clock winds to zero.
We rush the court, faces contoured by euphoria, arms held triumphantly in the air. We wave to our fans, and gather at center court to sing the most heartfelt rendition of our school fight song to date. In the lobby our families are waiting to say hello. We accept congratulations for a job well done and cherish our first win of the year. Chests are constricted, throats are tight and smiles are spread ear to ear.