Off the Bench

Off the Bench — page 3
Chapter 1 MORNING PRACTICE Daniel Friedland looked down at his sneakers He inched up until his toes were close to the foul line painted in white on the blacktop He held his basketball in front of him and spun it between his palms When he took a deep breath the air was cold and his nose stung Slowly he breathed out through his mouth He looked at the basket through the cloud of vapor Then he pulled back the ball and shot Swish