“Shooter!”
To me, that word is almost indistinguishable from high school basketball gyms. The air, a briny mixture of sweat and Gatorade, buzzing with the excitement of both highly competitive parents and gossipy high-schoolers is briefly pierced by the cries of coaches and players on either bench.
“Shooter!”
It’s an unmistakeable feeling ago anyone who either played or was invested in high school basketball. That guy is open. That guy is getting the ball. And that guy never seems to miss. Not against your team, anyway.