This kept happening, Nash stealing the ball every time Jinzo tried anything, reading him like an open book. With every steal, Jinzo's hands started shaking a little more. This was his game, the game he would humiliate Nash, and he had put everything on his side for this result.
Nash couldn't do shit... so why? How?
Why was he getting humiliated again?
The score kept climbing. [Girls 28 - Boys 4]
The boys looked more confused and frustrated with every passing minute.
After another successful dunk, the girls jogged back on defense. Jaz was dripping sweat, her chest rising and falling fast, but she kept grinning like this was the best day of her life.
But this smile only fueled Nia's worries.
"You okay?" Nia asked. "You're sweating buckets."
Jaz looked at her for a moment, then flexed her arms with a grin.
"I'm fine. Look at these guns! I could go all day."
But Nia didn't look convinced.
"Just take it down a notch, okay? We need you for the whole game."
