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i love this game

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i cant explain what it is about that hard wood floor

its just something that i adore

the three point line

is where i mostly shine 

publicity was not the name of the game

even though i felt such shame

it was the feeling in my heart

it was the unseen part

the sound of a screaming crowd

seeing me down there

only made my mother proud

the look on her face and the sound of her voice

was all aside from the rest of the noise

now there is no longer high school ball

i missed my opportunity to play college ball 

still i play at the university

 
not on the main floor

but off to the side

its where all the could have beens play with all their pride 

but its the feeling of the ball in my hands that i adore

there is no reporters or media

no screaming fans

but the objective is still to have that ball in my hands

i may not ever play on a real team again

but there is one thing that nobody can take away from me

and that is the fact that the court makes me feel free

free to do what i want

its not for the fame

its just the love of the game 

 

 

 

 

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