Buzzer Beater

On many occasions, in our meetings, we have talked about the dreams that we had and the games that we played as little boys.  We dreamed of hitting a homerun to win the World Series or catching a touchdown pass to win the Super Bowl.  For most of us, those dreams included hitting a last second shot to win the NBA championship. 

Here is the story of a young man who hit the last shot of a high school game and not the NBA championship.  But, you would never know that it was only a high school game by the reaction of his fans and teammates.



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