Championship Game

An ecstatic sense of excitement filled the thick, musky air. The bright orange ball with hundreds of small gripped bumps motionlessly lied in the palms of the referee's strong hands, waiting to leap into to air like a firecracker on the 4th of July, signifying the beginning of what would be an intense battle of a championship game. The referee was a giant among men, standing what seemed to be 10 feet tall, towering over the players. With his jet black hair and his massive bulging muscles, it was obvious that the authoritative figure only added to the intimidating mood of the event. Nervousness and anxiety filled the hearts of each athlete, who was silently reminiscing the hardships they had to overcome to get to where they were at that moment.

By looking at the innocent faces of each player, it was apparent that none of them had ever experienced a anything like this before, where it would be solely up to them to decide who wins the championship trophy and who goes home empty handed. The intensity on the court seemed to get under the skin of one of the players, who was shaking uncontrollably. Trying not to crack under the enormous amount of pressure, he closed his eyes and took several deep, exhilarating breaths. Noticing his anxiety, his team's captain approached him, putting his hand on his back and whispering words of encouragement into his ear. Within a few seconds, the man recomposed himself and joined the rest of his teammates in the center of the court. In what seemed like an instant, the referee tossed the ball into the air, and the game had begun. At that moment, the players had no choice but to leave their uncertainties behind and play the game as they had so many times before.

The start of the game seemed to transform these previously innocent looking men into brutal, bloodthirsty warriors. There was no longer a sense of nervousness and anxiety amongst the men; only determination and confidence filled the air. With each player thinking in the back of their minds that this was their time to shine, the game remained extremely close. Each team refused to relent, and neither side was backing down in the least. Their movements became so fast that they could barely be seen, and it seemed as though the mighty Gods themselves were now the ones playing the game. Even the referee, who previously intimidated the athletes, remained motionless in the center of the court. He was awestruck at the outstanding talent and ability of the players who swiftly moved before him.

With the end of the game rapidly approaching, a sense of urgency filled the hearts of the players. Although they were completely exhausted from the ongoing battle that was taking place, they knew that in order to fulfill their dreams, they had to keep going. The game became so electrifying that you could feel the suspense coming from the crowd. One short, elderly man simply sat back and watched in astonishment at what was taking place in front of him. He too remained motionless, other than when his bald head moved from left to right so that the action was clearly in his vanishing sight. Although he obviously had seen many things throughout his life, the man had the