​"Foul Shot" 

by Edwin A. Hoey

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With two 60s stuck on the scoreboard 
And two seconds hanging on the clock, 
The solemn boy in the center of eyes, 
Squeezed by silence, 
Seeks out the line with his feet, 
Soothes his hands along his uniform, 
Gently drums the ball against the floor, 
Then measures the waiting net, 
Raises the ball on his right hand, 
Balances it with his left, 
Calms it with fingertips, 
Breathes,
Crouches,
Waits, 
And then through a stretching of stillness, 
Nudges it upwards.
 
The ball
Slides up and out, 
Lands, 
Leans, 
Wobbles, 
Wavers, 
Hesitates,
Plays it coy
Until every face begs with unsounding screams--
And then
                    And then
                                            And then, 
 
Right before ROAR-UP,
Drives down and through. 

For the seven bold words or phrases, determine the element. The first letter makes up the key.