By Sis. Mouthpiece
Dedicated to the Team Players
This is dedicated to some top-notch team players. I am happy to remember the game of B.
Ball. Thank you for allowing me to play
one more time.
I started to name this piece "Take the Shot Out Field,
because I was reminded of a pre-championship game with Dallas, and I cannot
recall the other team. I do remember though, Dallas was away from home, and there was not a home court advantage when they
scored 30 plus points from the 3-point mark in the middle of the first quarter,
as I reminisce over the past nine months, I realize it was truly Poetry in
Motion.
WARNING FOR THE PEOPLE THAT
UNDERSTAND THE GAME!
There is nothing so
exuberant than to throw a ball inbound over a 6’ tall opponent's hands, and the
ball hit your target, and your target do what they do to make it happen, and it
comes through. Take this ride with me, if you will...
The game begins
I am standing in my square beside the
defensive player, and he/she is knocking my hands away every time I put them
up, my opponent knocks them down. I
realize that my teammate is taller than I, but he /she expects me to tunnel
through those hands, and get this ball. I had to make a little adjustment in a
split second before the whistle, in order to make this work. I place my feet on my opponent’s foot, and I
pushed and leaped for the ball with all I had, as my teammate ran to his/her
spot. We have a pact; we are a
team. I do not know if that move was
really cheating back there, since the defense was all over me, but I know one
thing, I did it for the cause of the team, and it set me free. I bounced that ball under the heavy weights, I
looked down court, and I finally saw you. You are midway, and there is no one around
you, I threw the ball high in the air, as hard as I could, you caught, as you
said you would, because you are the man/woman. You looked like Poetry in Motion
as you took giant steps, and glided in midair with your arms and legs out stretched,
I realize at that moment, we make a pair. Hooray, one for the team we play. We
need a little light, so we can figure out the next play, and the upcoming flight.
As we wait on the next game, we have to
set the schedules to meet the names.
Get off Me, This is Mine
Let me take you back
to the beginning of this game night. I
caught that ball, but it was not easy you know. I flung my arms side to side, while engulfing
the ball for dear life. I said, "Get off me, this one is mine". I dribbled away from the giants surrounding me,
at that moment, I look up, I saw my teammate in place as usual, and the crowd
was roaring as we ambushed the defensive team to steal their night.
Steel To Steel
The other
team thought we would give up, and throw in the towel in the middle of the
game, but something has happened, I looked up and got a glimpse in your eyes, and
I saw your zeal to win. With the motivation
and excitement, I turned myself into steel. While on the court, we were steel to steel
that no man could break. Except with fire
and drill, and that could be their mistake. We built a defense that no man could penetrate, and it looked like Poetry in Motion without any weights. After that glance, you took the ball and
glided through the air like you were ten feet tall. You glide with such ease,
as though, you have no worries or care.
I heard you grunt, and I heard you say, "Uh" as you slammed dunked
that ball in your own way. You refused to take a chance should we lose in this
dance. We all looked around, and we
realized game is own now. We said, “Let’s
do this”. You: built not to break, and we are unstoppable at this rate.
Final Stretch
As we neared the final stretch, the team vowed
to leave the negative things behind. We
have chosen to take the upper west side to Success Blvd, and regenerate a new team strategy plan uptown to the royal park.
I truly am glad that I get to play this game once more. It is like Poetry in Motion on this
floor. The adrenaline burst and the
excitement one feels, when you jump for the rebound, or clip and steal. I see you as you plan and use the new
strategy for the next play, while I flex my muscles and conquer my way.
Refection from Memory
When I stole the rebound, and sent it downtown, my teammates’
would stand still, as though; they had a date with the floor. Two seconds late, and we would lose that faith. I enjoyed this game of B. Ball we
played. I wore the Varsity team, Jersey
(#24) from years of mental replay I am sure.
I played the team forward at (5' 4") and somehow, I scored in the
game I adored. My team was not like our
team today. I had to motivate, and
innovate to get us to win to play.
Sometimes we would bring the ugly to the court, not ready at all for the
game or the sport.
The Team Players
We are fast as lighting in our field of play, no one can
contend with what we say. We build our
hopes on nothing less, than the way the game of B. Ball is finesse. I am out of bounds, and I cannot see over the
player’s hands, but I remember our pact that we made. You said, "No matter
what it looks like, throw the ball high into the air and over their heads, and
I will make sure that I am there to catch you, instead.
You are tough, built not to break, and we are unstoppable at
any rate.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_r8pDziQKE
I Look to You
I look to you to get that ball, now that I realize you are
very tall. Since we made this pact once more, it works all together, as it did
before. We build our stats, and the game
of B. Ball has made it just that.
See the Kobe as he becomes exuberant,
from being around some stainless steel, and younger players as he play. He said, "I received so much energy from the young players bouncing around, and all
that stuff”. He said,” I exceeded my
Dunk quota for that day, and we (the team) have a responsibility to the fans to
go at it hard, when we play.
The Final Game
We are down to the final game, the days are closer, and the
tensions are rising. The defense is
failing for many people this hour, but I have decided, I refuse to flinch,
because I am in the power. The final
stretch will determine if we will play for the long hall within the hour. We the team said that we deserved this trophy
after this game of B. Ball, but pay attention to the Marines. Do not under estimate the power of the ball.
Power of the Ball
The
wounded are healed and its love conquers and devours all. The Marines are half-mass and playing the same game with finesse.
They must be strong, because it is hard to shoot from that stream alone.
It is like Poetry in Motion, as I watched them play. Men /women built tough, not
to break in a tight place. They are stainless steel to steel, no doubt.
Stand For The Team
Continue to be the team, and stand for the next play, because God is surely using us in his own way. God bless all the team players of this game of B. Ball.
I hope you enjoy this, as I enjoyed, and visualized every play.
You are tough, built not to break, and we are unstoppable at
any rate.
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