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Trail To Lead
Three times:
Fast break, I'm moving from trail to lead, along the sideline, looking over my left shoulder at the players moving up the court:
1) Run into the only set of bleachers opened on that side of the gym. Twenty-seven years ago, and I can still feel the pain in my shin.
2) Run into a cheerleader. She falls, I keep going. Officials don't have to try to avoid contact like players running into or though a screen. Right?
3) As I turn to become lead, my legs get tangled together.
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