At first glance it's just another shot of a hockey player on the bench, of a scoreboard, of a moon rising over a ball court, of Michael Jordan in an iconic pose. You look away, grab a pretzel from the bag. Enough web browsing—time to switch over to the boob tube. As you reach for the remote, neurons backfire, returning to the synapses they had just crossed. It's a neurotransmission rewind. Your brain screams "Whoa, Nelly." Your conscience yanks at the reins.
Slowly, your eyes shift back to that picture. And then you see what you had already seen, but hadn't realized. You see the girl behind the hockey player on the bench. You see the extra digit in the score. You see the hand reaching for the moon. You see the number on Jordan's jersey.
If you're prone to whiplash, put on your neck brace; it's double-take time.
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