Last game of the season, 1970. We were 11-0, had the league title sewn up, but wanted to post the school's first perfect season ever. 5 seconds on the clock, our ball out at half-court, we held a 1 point lead. During the time-out, coach laid down the play. We knew they were gonna press hard and we wanted to make sure the ball went deep into our forecourt. My job was to fake right (towards the opposing basket) and cut hard toward our end. The ref hands my teammate the ball and whistles play to begin. I fake hard to the right, and my teammate THROW THE BALL IN THE DIRECTION OF MY FAKE!!!. A defender picks it off and strolls down for a game winning lay-up! We were still 11-1 and league champs, but the luster was off, our magical season was blown.
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