This could be the last time I hear the squeaky shoes,
the radiant reds and the beautiful blues.
The last time I hear the crowds yell when I score,
hearing them ask for more and more.
The last time I feel the burn of the wood when I fall,
the shame and sadness of losing the ball.
The last time I feel the adrenaline rush of the last two minutes of the game,
whether I walk away with unhappiness or fame.
But no. I could experience these things once again,
the championship game was not over the score was tied at 110.
All i Have to do is make this easy shot,
I feel as responsible as a princess from Camelot.
So I go with the crossover and burn the first player,
I know if I make this I'll be knows as Marian the Opponent Slayer.
So I bent my knees and pulled my arms back,
and I plotted in my head the ball's track.
And it was off, there was nothing stopping it now,
I knew it was going in, I was even about to take a bow.
Swish, it went in we won the game,
nothing I loved would be gone, everything would be the same.