Basketball

There is nothing more calming then hearing a basketball hit the wood floor as you set up the offense. The noise of the squeaking shoes, people shouting to guard the weak side, or the noise of the ball being passed from person to person. There’s the noise of the crowd in the background, cheering, booing, and chanting. Then you hear the dribbling suddenly stop and the next thing you hear is swish, as the ball tumbles down through the net. You hear the crowd go silent, while the other side of the gym seems louder than front row tickets to metal concert. Your players are swarming you like a pack of wolves, surrounding their kill. You go through the line, and shake hands with the players on the other team. Seeing their face is like a reward, the look of adversity on their face.