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Shot ClockAll Friday afternoon, at some heartland saloonthe whole bar watched basketballsome rookie from Des Moines, had scored twenty pointsand his team was looking to take it allone point down in the game, just ten seconds remainedfor either vic'try or defeatand when that rookie scored, they carried him from the courtcos he had the guts to beatthe shot clock, the shot clockjust in the nick of timehe didn't think or stophe just let his moment shinehaving nothing to lose, is what hotshots useto give it all they've gotand beat the shot clockyou know how sports fans are, they sat around that bartalking and drinking all nightthe ref was Jim Beam, they were a ragged teamtrying to play the game of lifeone guy's cheating girl, had ruined his worldand he'd been shooting rye since noonlast call for alchohol, when he let one more fallthey carried him from that roomand the shot clock, the shot clockjust in the nick of timehe didn't think or stophe just let his moment shinehaving nothing to lose, is what hotshots useto give it all they've gotand beat the shot clock(c)2004 Robert George