Random paragraph #12

As the clock wound down, Jimmy summoned his courage and lofted the ball into the air... along with his hopes, fears and dreams. He was tired of being a nobody... He wasn't tall. He wasn't strong. He wasn't athletic. Jimmy wasn't very much of anything really, but now he had a chance to make a difference... and with this in mind, his awkward, wobbling mess of a shot somehow found its way through the bottom of the net. Cheers erupted as the buzzer rang out... his basket had just decided the outcome of the game! But alas, Jimmy wasn't exceptionally bright, and in his haste to remove himself of the obligation of carrying the ball, had simply thrown it at the nearest basket he could find... one that naturally, was not his own... Jimmy HAD just won the game...  but for the opposing team. It took him a moment to realize this, and in his haste to celebrate with his teammates (slapping high-fives all around) he all but cemented his legacy. Shortly after, in a quiet corner of the locker room, Jimmy received the first in a long line of beatings that would follow him throughout all four years of high school and even inexplicably beyond... to a small midwestern technical school over 1300 miles away.