“I was watching you through the living room window. You made most of your shots. I think you’ll be just fine for tryouts.”
Jason shook his head. “I have to be able to make every free throw. Coach McElroy said his players need to be able to make their free throw shots.”
Xander spun the basketball on his finger. “I don’t think he meant every free throw.”
“How do you know? He could’ve. So I need to be ready.” Jason held his hands out, waiting for Xander to pass him the ball.
“What about the rest of your game? You can’t just be good at free throws.”
“I know. I’ve been practicing the other stuff, too. But this is what I really need to work on.”
“All right,” Xander said, tossing Jason the ball. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Jason lined up his shot, taking his time to make sure his form was perfect. He took his shot and smiled as it swooshed in the net.
“Nothing but net,” Xander said. “Very nice. Try again.” Xander bounced the ball back to Jason.
Jason repeated his shot, exactly as he had before. He sunk nine baskets. On the tenth