"Fifteen Under the Sun"
By: Keith Kantor, 2-5-01
Late in the second, the score is tied.
If you said "I don't care," you would have lied.
The players were tired, a look on their face
Like they just ran a three-hundred mile race.
It went back and forth, no one getting a lead.
Each wanted the win for a high-ranking seed.
I looked at the clock, it said three-o-five,
and we wanted to get out of that bee hive.
We dribbled the ball, dressed in our blue,
then Primeau went up for a nice little two.
Evan got three, we were down by one,
But it was time for me to have some fun.
My man was tired, and I was too,
But I went 'round him so fast, he tripped over his shoe.
And-one was the call, the crowd was a rage.
I felt like a char from a storybook page.
My free-throw fell in, putting us by one,
It was my fifteen minutes under the sun.
The fans were all animals, the players as well.
In the end, we would all have a story to tell.
The buzzer rang, bench leaping in the air.
A celebration on the road, but we didn't care.
We won by one point to our rivals, aware
That all they could do was just sit there and stare.
