The Court
The Court is my place to breath
Not only do I feel relief
when I hear the swish of the three
I seem the think more clearly
as my mind is cleared from this negitivity.
A terrible loss from an unlikely foe
leaves coach red-faced after the twenty point blow
As he gave the lecture about being tough minded
My mind couldnt help but be confined
I knew the next day in practice would be hell
but from the look on coaches face, I couldnt really tell
With cup in hand and a smile on his face
Coach said "fellas, today is the day"
he said we will no longer be weak at will
then introduced us to the first new drill.
As I grabbed the ball, aliitle mad
I looked at my teammates in front of me, holding the pads
when the whistle blew, and I went to the basket
James layed me out, as if I was in a casket
as they smothered me straight into the ground
I was relieved to hear the whistle sound.
I went home that day, feeling small
I knew I had to Get back up and stand tall
I relized I had to grow up if I wanted a change
and grow up I did as my next opportunity came
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