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The Three-Man Weave

I took the outlet pass from Darrel just before mid-court on the right side. Johnson slid over to try to make me give the ball up, but I crossed him over and cut back towards the center of the court. I spotted Malcolm running the wing on the other side of the court quickly, then drew the defense away from him by turning my gaze back to the right side of the court at D.J who is getting ready to spot up at the three-point line. Just a step outside of the three-point line, I made the pass on the run, putting the ball just to the left of the rim as Malcolm flew in and slammed the ball home to seal the game. 100-77, or something like that. Not bad for a team with a girl running the point. Of course it helps when you’ve got a guy like Malcolm on your team, an All-American power forward and a guy who’ll likely be picked very early in the NBA Draft at the end of the season. You see, we all go to school at a big state university in a fun and sunny climate, and we’ve all got full rides to play basketball here. Malcolm is a sophomore who surprised everybody with a huge freshman season last year; Darrel’s a senior center with an NBA future of his own; and D.J is a little guy who can shoot the lights out and jump out of the gym in surprising bursts. And me? I’m a little five-foot-seven freshman point guard who is taking over for a girl who led our team to two straight Final Fours in her time on campus. That puts a lot of pressure on me, but so far – just five games into the season – I’ve ...

... done pretty good. And, tonight, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I just happened to be getting up some shots in the gym with one of my teammates when six of the guys from the men's team (also nationally ranked) showed up to get in a little run before dinner, and they invited me and my teammate to join in so we could run full-court four-on-four. And, as Malcolm threw in the game-sealing dunk and turned right around to point at me and then run to me to give me a high-five, I knew I had, at the very least, impressed these guys with my ability to ball. “Damn, Jordan. You just a freshman, yeah?” said Malcolm as we walked off the court to get some water. “Yup.” “Well, you got a hell of a future, girl. Damn, you basically played Johnson straight up,” he yelled out, loud enough to make sure that Johnson – the men’s backup point guard – heard. “Thanks. Yeah, you’re not too bad yourself,” I joked, in severe understatement. He had probably scored half of our team’s total points. We sat down in the front row of the bleachers and gulped from our water bottles as D.J. and Darrel came over to join us. “So, you stuck on campus for the holiday, too?” Malcolm asked. “Yeah, we got a game on Friday afternoon and my parents live in Washington, so I’m just chilling here. It sorta sucks, but Coach is having us over to his house for dinner tomorrow though.” “Yeah, I remember being real homesick last year at Thanksgiving.” “What fool?” laughed D.J. “Man, we were in Maui last Thanksgiving,” he ...