He’s up front, perfectly positioned, ready, precise.
A white streak across the green, then:
Thunk.
The crowd goes wild.
This is what he’s famous for.
We see it from all corners of the globe. Emblazoned in gold, inked in black: Number 9.
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The Silver Leaf Journal 
Did you write this as a potential submission to Gargleblaster? If so, why did you choose against submitting it?
Well, it was inspired by this week’s prompt but it was my second gargleblaster today; I’d already submitted one this morning. Plus, the grid was full by the time I got to it. Thanks for asking 🙂
Oh I see. Well I liked this one too and so relevant!
It is relevant, isn’t it? 🙂 In the throes of post-match fever, I’m rather partial to it, too. Thanks again for reading and asking about it.
I could hear that thunk, hear the crowds. Very auditory. Nice piece.
Thank you!
You really captured the moment! Great write!
Thank you; I’m glad you think so! It helps to be obsessively immersed in the tournament 🙂