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The Underdog

Moments like this aren't hard to find.

Wooden floors beneath my feet,

Screaming fans glued to the seat,

 

Everyone looks at me with a grin.

Pay it no mind for they will see.

First three minutes I'll score ten.

 

I hear the voices in the crowd.

Just keeping playing with out a word.

The court is the sky, I am the bird.

 

The game approaches the end.

They surround me by four.

So I shoot one more.

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Written by
dylan-chase-clifton
American
Published
Apr 17, 2014
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12·77
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As a white short kid, people always underestimate me on the court.

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#life#people#perception#personal#sports#basketball#underdog
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