The Love of the Game

May 28, 2008
Sweet smell of pine beneath my feet,
Hot, salty sweat rolling down my face,
Drill after drill,
They say practice makes perfect,
Suicide after painful suicide until I am shaking at the knees;
Free throws until I visualize them in my dreams;
Dunking until the excruciating pain in my muscles
Prevents my feet from leaving the ground.
Heat beating full of passion... the love of the game.

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Carly B. said...
Aug. 25, 2008 at 1:27 am
this was the best poem i have ever read in my lifetime!!!! it was sooo good..i read it about 20 times in a row...and every time i got the shivers!!! =] i love it!!! LOVE IT! =]
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