Basketball Court

Kids running back and froth from the food area.
People are standing, my coaches are stomping.
People are paying to watch the game, my game, our game!
Light, bright, but not too bright, letting us see to our ability.
Light simmering off the floor into my eyes.
Different color uniforms all around me.
People yelling at the referees, at me, at my team.
People cheering on me, my team, even the other team.
My coach yelling at me to take my time,
The other coach yelling at his team to get their man.
Squeaky shoes running and sliding up the court.
My heart pounding loud in my ears.
What's the other team doing? Why can't we work together?
Why is my coach yelling? We are trying our best!
Why can't we score? Are we going to win?
Wanting to win, Wanting to work as a team.
Ankle aching, Heart pounding.
Hard, cold floor as my knees crash into the ground, knees throbbing!
Irritation because we can't make our shots!
This is OUR game!

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