Basketball is music in the embodiment of a sport.
The dribbling of the leather ball, the words Spalding engraved on the exterior, as it bounces off of the cracked pavement and into the palms of my ashen hands.
The iconic NBA symbol as it silently drifts in the air, only to swish into the net.
The cheering teammates, hurrahing at the shot, as the opposing squad tries to reform the defense.
This is only a part of the utter beauty known as Basketball, and the symphony it plays. For basketball is an orchestra, and at that very moment, I was it’s conducter.
Because, basketball is music in the embodiment of a sport.
(This is a quick poem I just decided to write today in class, I’ll have another short story up soon. Either later today or sometime tomorrow.)