Writings of Mine

The feel of the rough leather ball under my fingers makes my heart pound with excitement. The rush of adrenaline coursing through me causes me to overheat and perspire. The cheering crowd and shouting coaches cause the excitement to mount. As sweat drips down my face, I pass the ball to my open teamate. The smell and taste of sweat puts me in my comfort zone. I move with ease up and down the court, focused and determind. My shot is on and my passes firm. I block out the cheers of the crowd and all other distractions. This is my game. This is my floor. I and my team shall dominate. The thud of the ball hitting the ground and the swishing of the net as we make the point flood through my senses. My instincts kick in and soon I am blocking shots and stealing passes. I am on tonight! The crowd roars, my teamates cheer, and the coaches yell. This night couldn't get any better. Basketball is my passion and no one will take that away from me.