Basketball Passion

As I race back and forth to each bace line, I finish, and my heart is pounding fast. He tosses the ball to me. I get to the foul line, line up my shot, and shot. I hear my team mates cheering for me. I miss the shot. I get back on the base line, I line up with my team mates beside me, He blows the ear peircing wistle and I take off. I look to my right and see one of my team mates dash past me. A gust of wind flies by. I speed up and catch up to her.  We reach the other base line, I touch it, and start sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me, back to the starting base line. I get there and a smile sprawls across my hot, sweating face. I start clapping to encourage my other team mates. He blows the wistle again, I take off doing the same routine. I run up and down the court once again.  I reach my starting point and let out a few big gasps of air.  I was out of breath, big time. with my hands above my head, coach tells us good job and we put out hands in the air. " BULLDOGS! "  My whole team yells at once. My heart still pounding. Not from all of the running, but for pride.  Pride and joy filld my heart and soul. I have never felt this much glory,  this much passion,  for the sport I loved the most. I knew from the start, that I have and always will have a passion for basketball.