Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do.
Dwyane Wade has such a particular rhythm. He’s so often able to disguise his true intentions, whether he has the ball in his hands or he’s standing seemingly innocently in the corner, by alternating quick accelerations with a foot riding the brake pedal. Yet you can still almost see it coming. He’ll casually crossover a couple of times, sizing up the defense, and you know the pumpfake is on the menu. You’ve seen it hundreds of times on tape. Don’t jump. Just don’t jump.
Then there you are, floating in the air as the record scratches and the frame freezes.