Every day, you’re in the game
You’re dodging and dribbling, blocking and shooting
Rooting for the team, the change
From attack to defense, on the counter
From the back to the scoring zone
Your fans, your friends, your family
Are shouting your name, counting
The hoops, the scoops, the victories.
Every day, you’re taking the hits
You’re collecting the knocks, the bruises
From losers, when life won’t play fair
You share the defeats, the repeats
The scares and the shake-downs
The days when scoring is rare
When the flare is extinguished
Yet still you bounce back, rise again.
Every day, you’re playing for keeps
You’re ducking and diving, weaving and scheming
Dreaming of making your shots, the aim
Is so crucial, grace of the movement
From eye to hand, hand to hoop
We whoop in your triumph, your successes
For win or lose, it matters not
What matters is the game, going far
And in our eyes, you’re always a star.
— Wayne Visser