Four quarters, two teams, one winner,
I’ve loved the game since I was a beginner.
As we step onto the court,
The gym roars with support.

All of my worries start to fall.
Dribble, pass, shoot,
The ball falls through the hoop.
Coach calls a timeout and we huddle as a group.
I know my team is counting on me to compete,
Even if the blisters are burning like fire on my feet.
I may be nervous, I may be scared,
But I would never say we’re unprepared.
As we swish a shot right at the buzzer,
I feel nothing but a sense of pleasure.
The losers look back in defeat,
While the winners look complete.
I would never feel any shame,
About my love for the game.