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| Amanda Bouchard The Game of BasketballEvery day I walk into the field houseI 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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