The Zentron Celestial Center crowd was still buzzing from Frye's poster dunk—an early exclamation mark that put Team Vess up 5–2.
But Team Nealson wasn't about to let the momentum slip. They took Coach Nealson's words to heart: run and gun. No drawn-out sets, no wasted motion. Just grab and go.
Ryan caught the inbound, pushed the tempo hard, and sliced through halfcourt like a hot knife.
No intricate plays, no overthinking—just pure pace. He charged toward the paint.
Dario Banchieri shadowed him, but the defense was loose—more showcase than shutdown.
Ryan scanned the floor and spotted Amin lurking in the corner.
With a flick of his wrist, he zipped a pass right to him.
Amin caught it, squared up, launched.
Splash. 5–5.
He pumped his fist, grinning. "Keep feedin' me!" he called to Ryan as the crowd roared.
From there, the game turned into a sprint. A full-blown track meet.
You dunk, we dunk.
You pull up, we attack the rim.
