Great poem

I saw this on PBS two nights ago, thought I'd share it. It's a great poem.

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For the Love of the Game

by Allison Joseph

Give me a man with a quick first step, with court vision that takes in all of me, a man who can play in the paint, score from all over, finding my perimeter, a man who can drive my lane. Give me a man who makes his free throws, ready to shoot two whenever I demand. My interior defense isn’t tough to crack, I’m wide open, and I can handle the ball. I don’t care for monster dunks, for slam-jam-thank-you-ma’am. I’d rather have a man who can teach me the delicate technique of the finger-roll, a man who doesn’t bang the boards but knows how to rebound, how to come from behind, an assist leader, a shooter, a penetrator, a man who knows how to stay out of foul trouble, hands off the opposing team’s cheerleaders. I want this madness to last much longer than March, to stage endless tournaments on a court not polished but rumpled, a sweaty site where the pairings are known, the brackets full, championships staged whenever we feel the need for a fast break, bodies colliding under the basket.

Copyright © Allison Joseph