Tip-off Tootin
Click! 22!A sudden surge ran straight into my plastic joints! My fingers actually flexed on their own! tutu! Right in front of me, a tiny basketball sat resting in another player's curved hands near the painted key. Without waiting a second, I leaned my torso forward and gave a quick, determined snap ofMy stand toot toot! rattled against the smooth plastic surface—yes! Game on!