Basketball is my passion
The thing I love
Out of all my hobbies 
This rises above
You may disagree
but to me
It's like the fingers on the glove

I hear sneakers squeaking on the gleaming gym floor
And the basketball thumping on the ground
And fans cheering and screaming in the crowd

I see flashes of color
Red, black, and green
And bright lights
And cameras flashing
From the stands

I feel hot air
Pressing against my skin
And sweat rolling against my skin
As I stand up and cheer

I smell food like hot dogs and soda
from the concession stand
I smell hot sweat
But I hardly notice
I'm consentrating

My mouth is dry
So I take another sip of cold water
I can't focus on that though
One blink
Is a second gone