I walk on court as calm as can be,
My team mates start calling out to me.
I join the circle that we always make,
They pat my back until it aches.

We look across to the other team,
Watching them as they watch me.
They whisper, laugh and carry away,
Not knowing what will happen today.

With thireteen seconds left to win and score,
I look for a gap to get past number four.
He's as tall as anything and huge I must say,
But he isn't bocking me any time today.

I take my spot and breath in and out,
Looking around as if I was a scout.
Reacting to every move and every sound,
I bend my knees and get ready to jump off the ground.

The ball is mine finally in my hands,
I run and dribble while thinking of my plans.
I dodge two players with a jump and a twist,
I bend my knees and end this with a flick of my wrist.

The crowd goes wild and jumps up in joy,
I look to my team mates as they say good boy.
I smile and laugh as we all shake hands,
I wonder what I'll do about all these fans.