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First Game
That feeling.
The feeling of putting on that jersey and stepping out onto that court.
Hearing the crowd cheer for you and your team is something else.
Warming up and listening to the pregame music.
Players go through the warm up routine, and eyeball the opponent.
Warmup is over, it's time for the names to be announced.
Sitting on the bench waiting to hear your name called, there's not a feeling like it.
When they finally call your name, your spirits rise, you jump off that bench and run through the team huddle slapping their hands.
You shake the hands of your opponent and get ready for tipoff.
We get in our positions for the tip, shaking hands just one more time.
The ball is tipped and the first game jitters begin.

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