Amanda Bouchard

The Game of Basketball

Every day I walk into the field house
I listen to the squeaking of the sneakers,
the bang of the balls meeting the floor,
and the chatter between friends.
I look at the chaos that surrounds me.
Track is running around,
wrestling is pulling out mats,
and cheerleading is in the corner doing a routine.

Then, the whistle blows.
Time for practice.
First passing drills, which leads to shooting drills, and then some defensive drills.
Now it’s time to scrimmage.
I step out onto the court.
I hear the coach yelling a play and teammates shouting for the ball,
then the smack of the ball as it enters my hands.
I quickly shoot it,
hearing the swish of the ball going through the net.

I love this game.
I live for this game,
the game of basketball.





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