With less than 10 seconds left in the game and my team behind by four points I picked up the blue pen to scratch another loss on my already abysmal bracket. But then an inner voice guided me to put the pen down and wait until it was really over.
The clock counted down to 5 seconds and a player went up for a three point shot. It was in and there was a foul! The extra point swooshed through the rim and the net waved through the air. Hello overtime.
Patience paid off. That blue pen wasn't necessary. Victory came in the end.
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