String of Memories

I love this sport. Ball being rejected by the room like a girl turning down a guy the ball bounces out of the rim as i watch my dream of a game winning shot fade yet, I love this sport. The pain of watching from the sideline, while my arms is captured in a cast, my team getting destroyed wishing i could just touch the ball once yet, I love this sport. Running, hands in the air as the final buzzer sounded in the championship game, receiving my first trophy for basketball smile on my face waiting for anticipation to just grab and hold it up. Dang i love this sport. Walking into a game arms shaking, palms sweaty, and stomach falling un-defeated season on the line. The nerves that go through the body before an import game that i hate and wish to go away every time yet i love this sport. The pain of a coach calling out a play when it wont work and just shaking my head and going on with it just so i can play the game because, i love this game. Through every tear, smile, and drip of sweat shed i will always love this sport.