16 December 2012
As I dribble down the court I can feel the wind whooshing through my hair My heart beating, roaring to keep up with me The tension from the crowd
I can hear the crowd screaming My teammates cheering My coach yelling
I can see my defenders closing in on me My target ahead, the hoop The bright orange basketball in my hand
I can taste sweat Blood from biting my lip My breath, hard and forced
I can smell pretzels and popcorn Typical game food The salty sweat from the players
When I go up for that perfect lay-up When the ball goes through the hoop When everyone claps for me I feel wonderful But for everyone else, it's just another two points.
Fast Break • Opuss № I