There were just fifteen seconds left on the clock when Brent dashed down the court towards the net. It was up to him, he knew that nobody else had a chance of tying this up so they could go into overtime and win. The crowd knew it as well and the college gym was on their feet cheering loud enough to rattle the bleachers Considering he'd been playing for almost the entire game the fact that he still had enough energy to run full speed was startling in and of itself but then watching him avoid the defenses and charge the net was startling. The ball left his fingers just as the buzzer rang and bounced nearly perfectly off the backboard. Then it hit the rim and juggled itself back and forth before spiraling the rim and then popping out of the net.
"Damn." Brent mumbled beneath his breath but outwardly he smiled. It had been an incredible game and this wasn't even a particularly important game. What was important was that everybody had given it there best, especially him. It had been a good game for him as well with twenty points and seven assists. Besides it was time to shake hands and congratulate the winners.
It only took a few minutes for the two teams to shake hands and congratulate each other. Normally Brent would have joined the rest of them in talking to the cheerleaders or even going to speak with some of the fans. You never knew who might be watching a game, talent scouts didn't just scour the best of the best they were everywhere. Today he just wanted to get into the shower and wash off a hard afternoon of sweat.
The showers were still empty when Brent got into the showers pulling his sweat soaked uniform off and tossing it onto a nearby bench. One of the nice things about being the first one to the shower room is you could turn on two of sometimes three of the shower trees and get soaked from both angles so Brent did that, turning the water up as hot as it could go which was just enough to turn his milky skin pinkish. Lathering quickly he let the hot water soak the stress from his mind and body until it seemed like nothing else mattered. Just like he'd planned he was stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist just as the first of his teammates entered the locker room with their usual bluster hardly even noticing that they'd just lost the game and assuring him that nobody thought it was his fault. Someone had to try to save the day and there was nobody out there like him.
Brent smiled and quickly thanked the team for their support and pulled on a pair of loose fitting jeans that hung just beneath his hips, not really sagging just not wearing a belt. He loved the way it showed off his abs. A black dress shirt that he didn't bother buttoning and a pair of worn black dress shoes completed the look and he stepped out of the locker room towards his destination.
