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In the game of basketball, 
It's up and down the court; 
Ready to dribble and shoot, 
Each player shows his worth.

One cager emerges superb, 
From every angle scoring; 
He drives hard to the basket
As the fans stand, cheering.

He plays the center role, 
Standing six-foot-eleven; 
Armed with two big hands
As well as long fingers ten.

The heart of a champion
Beats in determination; 
Either offense or defense
Has an ample attention.

He knocks down three-pointers, 
Doing fade away jumpers; 
Hauling down big rebounds, 
Like a machine in four quarters.

He leaves the defenders in shock, 
Using his lateral quickness; 
He issues lightning-quick assists, 
Highlighting no-look passes.

Taking fouls from ferocious foe, 
He is strong in body and mind; 
He goes straight to the stripe, 
Making free throws from the line.

He blocks every single shot, 
Making a fruitful fastbreak; 
Doing double crossover 
To put an icing on a cake.

Hard to stop catch-and-shoot, 
Points his team pile up; 
But the other wants to take the lead, 
To emerge and win the cup.

In the last two minutes
The score is tied at 99 all; 
The great dribbler dunks, 
Wanting not to lose or fall.

After the tie-breaking shot, 
He steals from the point guard; 
He wants a step-back jumper
Done by the power forward.

But behold the other quintet
Defending so very tight; 
The lead remains at two, 
Until they make it all right.

The very exciting game
To overtime period goes; 
As both clubs deliver, 
Trading every shot that flows.

With half a second remaining, 
To give up no one does want; 
After the last full time-out, 
Both hope to be in front.

The ball now is in his hands, 
The score is still the same; 
He makes the last shot to earn
The best player of the game.

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