He sits on the bench Cheering his team on All the time wondering When will the coach put him in?
His mom and dad look on smiling at him He knows they will ask why he didn’t play more? He doesn’t know himself He will hear the, “you need to work harder” speech
There is a small chance he will do something great But not really He only gets to play When the team has a comfortable lead Or a starter needs a rest
Sometimes he gets lucky A starter will upset the coach And the coach will punish the starter By letting him, a sub, play longer than normal
Thoughts confront him What’s worst? Not playing? Fine with not playing? Not fine with not playing? Playing a little but playing well? Playing more but playing bad?
He must break free He must not let the coach, the team, the parents define him He can’t be pushed aside He has to be a fighter
The coach is not his friend He is the enemy He must convince himself of this The coach stands in his way He must stand out and play the game his way Not the coach’s way Or else he will be a sub the rest of his life And all he will have to show for it Is a pat on the back and job well done comment And memories of others getting basking in their own glory While he sits on the bench