Chapter 51: The Terrifying Fabian Farrell

Time flew. The second quarter was nearly over; the arena clock was ticking down, and only a minute remained before halftime. The scoreboard read 53-4. Shane's squad hadn't scored a single point all quarter. Shane dribbled with a scowl. He couldn't figure it out. Normally, he wasn't a machine, but his shots still dropped at around ninety percent. Even late in games, when he was tired, he kept up about eighty percent. Were the hoops cursed today? It wasn't just him. His teammates were also performing...