Write me a simple passage about a basketball team losing a playoff series, give it a slightly sad/melancholy vibe, please.
Giannis stood at the free-throw line. He knew he had the team's entire season riding on this. The score was 122 to 121. Giannis's team, "The Ducks," had been down for just about the whole game. This was the closest they had brought the score down to, and there were only 5 seconds left on the game clock. Giannis had already dropped 40 points on 67% efficiency and, by most metrics, had been having a stellar game, except when it came to free throws. For the entire series, he was about 20% for free throws, which was beyond embarrassing for a star of his caliber. He tried to dismiss this, though, as he loaded up and prepared to shoot his first shot. He completely missed it. Nervous, he knew he had only one more chance to save his team's season, and he wasn't going to let this go to waste. As he thought this, he loaded up again to fire his second shot. He then proceeded to miss the second one as well. With that, he knew that he had no chance now of keeping his team in contention.