Chapter 79 :Neither Of Them Is A Traditional Point Guard

MistBank Arena is a cauldron of noise, the air thick with tension as overtime tips off.

On the sidelines, Coach Crawford and the Mistfoxes' head coach huddle with their clipboards, scribbling plays like generals plotting a final stand.

At this stage, both teams have shown their hands—no secrets left. Every offensive set, every defensive scheme, laid bare.

Now it's down to the stars.

Whose marquee player has the stronger nerve, the deeper tank, the sharper edge? That's the team walking away with the W.

The Mistfoxes roll out their starting five, undeterred. The Roarers counter with Ryan, Lin, Kamara, Malik, and Sloan.

Gibson's been glued to the bench most of the night, his minutes eaten by Sloan.

No shame in it—against the Mistfoxes' relentless track-meet pace, Gibson's 37-year-old legs are running on fumes.