Page 133 of Ruthless Court

“You should avoid mirrors.”

She drops the broken pencil onto the table.

“One possession.”

I turn the tablet toward her.

The clip begins with me coming off a high screen. I reject it, drive left, then pull up from the elbow and score.

“Good shot,” I say.

“Bad possession.”

“I scored.”

“You missed the weak-side cutter.”

“He was covered.”

“He cleared the defender before you gathered.”

She rewinds the clip.

There.

Half a second before I rise, our wing cuts behind the defense.

“You stared at the hedge,” Hannah says. “The corner defender followed your eyes. One bounce pass and it’s a layup.”

“It was still three points.”

“In March, it’s a charge.”

She advances to the next possession, then freezes the screen before I enter the lane.

“Your feet.”

“They’re moving.”

“Too close together. You protect the ball before the defender commits. It shortens your stride and forces you upright.”

She moves the footage frame by frame.

My right shoulder turns.

The weak-side guard shifts before I bring the ball across my body.

Hannah taps the screen.

“He knows where you’re going.”

“Because of my shoulder.”

“Partly.”

“What else?”

“You stop seeing the floor.”