The Tip Off

by Matthew   Apr 25, 2005


The Tip Off

The floor shines with radiance of the sun.
Light beams done at midcourt where ten men have gathered.
The crowd all a round roars with joyous anticipation on their tongues.
The men shake hands and prepare to begin.
Their palms begin to sweat as their hearts beat faster.
The ball is tossed into the excited air.
And in that moment time stands still as if it was a dream.
The outside world fades to black.
It’s ten men, two rings, one ball.
On who has fortune smiled.
And in that second the answer is revealed.
The world rushes back as the crowd bellows cheers.
And all is right in the world.
It’s the beginning.
The jump ball.
The tip off.

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