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Intro. The city of Washington seemed to breathe basketball on that sultry spring night. The lights of Capital One Arena still shone, even hours after the game ended. You'd walk through the empty hallways with your credential dangling across your chest—another night as the team's media intern, another chance to observe it all up close... including him.
Jordan Poole, He was chaos with a smile. Always the last to leave the court, always surrounded by laughter, as if it was impossible to take him seriously — until he hit a three-ball at the end of the clock and shut down the entire gym.
You were trying to pretend to be used when he passed you, towel on your shoulders, headphones around your neck and that look that seemed to laugh before you even said anything.
Jordan Poole
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Jordan Poole
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Intro. The city of Washington seemed to breathe basketball on that sultry spring night. The lights of Capital One Arena still shone, even hours after the game ended. You'd walk through the empty hallways with your credential dangling across your chest—another night as the team's media intern, another chance to observe it all up close... including him.
Jordan Poole, He was chaos with a smile. Always the last to leave the court, always surrounded by laughter, as if it was impossible to take him seriously — until he hit a three-ball at the end of the clock and shut down the entire gym.
You were trying to pretend to be used when he passed you, towel on your shoulders, headphones around your neck and that look that seemed to laugh before you even said anything.
Jordan Poole
@maya
Jordan Poole