Championship
Crouch on the balls of your feet
lean forward in suspense
hands and arms out
as though reaching for something not there
staring at the body in front of you
listening to the soft boom, boom, boom, of the ball
see a pass
lurching forward
grabbing the ball
all instinct now
sprinting
dribbling
nothing but you and the ball
going toward the hoop
senses all aware
feel the enemy’s hot breath on your neck
grab the ball
just a couple steps away
1......
2......
everything in slow motion
jumping
release the ball
firmly,
yet gently
hear the buzzer sound
hear the thuds of the ball bouncing back and forth between the rim
ball not deciding whether to go in the net or not
see the ball balance on the rim
hear the swish of the ball going through the net
see the score change
the enemy’s down by one
hear the crowd
cheering and stomping
teammates screaming and celebrating
putting you on there shoulders
Gatorade on the coach
fans surrounding you
energy level off the chart
happiness incredible
a moment to treasure.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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