The entire hoop shuddered from Jaz's dunk, the rim rattling like it had been hit by a truck.
The ball clanged down, bouncing across the court. Everyone's eyes followed it, Baby-Boom frozen in disbelief, Blacklist wide-eyed.
Then the arena exploded.
Blacklist fans jumped to their feet, a wave of black-and-gold roaring, "Jaz! Jaz!" like a chant that shook the rafters.
The pink sections of the stands went silent for a heartbeat, then filled with shocked whispers. Some Baby-Boom fans clutched their signs tighter, their mouths half open.
The jumbotron replayed the scene in slow motion: Jaz's massive frame rising, the ball slamming through with enough force to make the net ripple like a flag in a storm.
The sound faded in Nash's head as he focused, eyes narrowing on Baby-Boom's formation.
Alright. Time for plan A.
The game resumed.
Baby-Boom's players each processed what had just happened.
Rei jogged back, jaw tight.
I didn't take that one seriously enough...
