Dizzy Directions

One by one, the blindfolded throwers twirled dizzying circles before stumbling to the line, ball in hand, giggles trailing behind. “More to the left!” their teammates shouted. “Wait—too much power!” The plastic ball soared, missing the basket by a mile. But no one cared — not really. Each throw sparked laughter, each miss brought them closer. They rotated roles like clockwork — thrower, guide, ball fetcher — each gaining a new appreciation for the chaos. As the minutes ticked down, coordination slowly replaced confusion. Cheers erupted with every successful toss. They didn't just throw balls — they threw away their awkwardness, and built something else instead: camaraderie.

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