The second half was a fever dream. The ball turned into a cube. The court flipped upside down. At one point, both players forgot how to run and just slid back and forth like curling stones. With five seconds left, Progamer_007 launched a shot from the parking lot. It was perfect. A swish.
“Classic,” Leo whispered.
Progamer_007 grabbed the ball. Its arms stretched like taffy, winding up a shot from its own free-throw line. The ball left its hands—and immediately dropped straight down, bounced off its own shoe, and rolled out of bounds.
Leo pumped his fist. A kid at the next computer shushed him.