Ode to My Up Tempos

March 6, 2009
By PJ Basel BRONZE, East Northport, New York
PJ Basel BRONZE, East Northport, New York
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Take my “sneaks” out of the closet, their home for many days
Lace them up; get them ready for the hard-working game
Once piled upon shoes, now my close companion
I do my warm-ups on the St. Anthony’s court
Just like the other playas
When it’s time, I lace em’ again
Step onto da court and play my hardest
With my worn out heels squeak on the hard wood floor
I steal the pass
Run down the court
Get fouled
And 1
The sweat running down my hair falls onto my shoes
I shoot the free throw and we almost have the lead
I go back to defense as their best playa brings it up
He goes to the hoop and I stand my ground and
Brrrrrrrrrrrrng the whistle blows and they call the foul on him
That would have been on me;
If it wasn’t for my awesome shoes
It’s our last chance to win
We bring the ball up court
This moment is like a moment you always dream of
The game on the line
It’s your chance to win it
I call for the ball
Look at the clock
2 seconds
The game is in my hands now
Dribble to the hoop
Plant my feet
Shoot
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The buzzer rings
The ball still in the air
SWISH
The championship is ours


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