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Grandpa’s a living legend on the court, a man who built his legacy on perfection and has zero tolerance for failure. This isn’t some simple shot; you’ve got to block out everything but the variables. The goal isn’t stationary, it’s swaying on its chain, a pendulum you have to predict. And the wind, a silent, invisible opponent, is pushing against the ball’s leather skin. You calculate it all in a split second—the arc, the force, the moving target, the gust trying to steal your glory. You take the shot. There are no second chances.
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