1 on 1 Tournament

Monday night, we had a 1 on 1 team tournament.  It was where everyone on the team basically played a game against another person and it was double elimination.  Regular baskets were worth 1 point, and three pointers were worth 2 points.  The only person I was worried about playing was Jackson.  He is our team's best shooter and he is also a former A-team player like me.  And it didn't help that the game before he played me, he beat Luke, a post, 21 to 6.  He only made one real basket and all the others were three pointers.  10 three pointers!  My first game, I played Nathan, the other former A-team player.  I beat him 5 to 4.  Then I played Will, and I beat him 5 to 3.  After that I had to play Jackson.  He hadn't lost once and I hadn't lost once, so it was going to be pretty close.  I have always wanted Jackson to think that I am just as good or better than him.  Maybe he thinks that deep down, but never tells me.  So the first time I played him, I beat him 8 to 7.  But since it was double elimination, I had to beat him twice!  And it didn't help that I was tired beyond belief!  But so was he, and I know that I have better stamina than him.  But what was uncalled for, was that I was beginning to hyperventilate, and I had no clue I was.  I have never had that before, so I didn't know what it was.  I thought that I just couldn't breath because I didn't have enough water or something.  Every time I breathed, it felt like I was breathing through a straw, I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely think.  and for a guy like me who HUSTLES like no tomorrow, I need a lot of air to breathe in.  I totally forgot what I was doing at one point.  He beat me that game, so I had to play the person I was most worried about playing three times!  This was the deciding game.  Whoever wins this, wins it all.  After the past game I got a lot of water and thought I was ready for the next game.  I was wrong!  I started out a little better, but pretty soon, I started to hyperventilate again, and this time was much worse.  I didn't have enough energy to even drive in, so I just tried to settle for outside shots, but I couldn't beat Jackson by shooting, because that is his speciality.  So he beat me 6 to 2.  I was very sad and very very scared!  I though that I had asthma or something and would for the rest of my life.  Mom and Dad helped me realize that second place isn't bad, against Jackson, and when I am hyperventilating.  I was just about to pass out, so I was glad the game was over.  Everyone who watched the game knew that something was wrong too, so that made me feel better.  But I did learn never to take a breath for granted again!  Also, Dad told me that Jackson's Dad said that if he could have a fantasy pick for the 1 on 1 tournament, that it would be me!  Not his own son, Jackson!  Maybe Jackson might respect me after all.