Ten seconds on the clock—down by one. The ball is in my hands, the sweat pours down my face. Eight...seven...six...The defender is in my way but I'm in his head. I jab toward the baseline then crossover. I rise up, change hands, and lay the ball off the glass. The buzzer goes off. The crowd roars. Time stops. It's the moment I've always dreamed of. This is NBA LIVE 06 and I am in the game.