The Love of the Game

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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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