Strong

Roller coaster games

go with the season.

Let’s build it up.

Hard practices

Jammed fingers throb

Banged knees

A loss that hurts deep

Together, we grow…

…strong.

Rivals come at us

trying take us down.

Coach yells the mantra.

“Tough D”

“Hands high”

“Cut the baseline”

“Take care of the ball.”

Together, we breathe...

...strong.

Down by seventeen.

A title on the line.

Let’s chip away.

Crash the boards

Teamwork passing

A three

Steal the ball and go

Together, we play…

...strong

On into tournaments,

a David with a stone.

Let’s raise our chin.

Look ‘em in the eye

Let them see the fire in ours

Here we come

A team that plays hard.

Together, we stand…

...strong

Give Me A B!

Be it out on a chilly night

    or in a bright gymnasium,

Dressed in his olive drab jacket,

    this door-gunner veteran

    will stand to the crowd and yell,

“C’mon Bobcats! Let’s Get Excited!”

    And with a pump of a fist,

“Give me a B!”

How many time has he stood?

    How many time has he rallied?

Sometimes twice a game.

    He’s called out when we were ahead

    or during time out of a key play.

And, we have looked with hope

    to our Bobcat Man to lead.

“Give me a B!”

Today, we proudly stand together

    with a salute to him.

We are dressed in green

    to emulate his Bold, Brash,

    Bravado of a Barbaric cheer.

We are the Bobcat Nation!

    And with a fist held high, we yell,

"Give me a B!"

Tough Chick

My muscles are pool noodles.

    My ankle is swollen.

I have bruises and a floor burn.

    But I will play on;

        I am a tough chick.

The ball was alien.

    My hands were dead fish.

My head unclear with trash talk.

    But I will play on;

        I am a tough chick.

Like in movies and in history,

    Like in this game and the others,

There are women who stood tall and said,

    I will play on;

        I am a tough chick.

So I will shake it off,

    And I will face all doubts.

My ankle is taped.

    Time to suck it up and go.

Pass me the ball and be ready!

    I will play on;

        I am a tough chick.


For Grace

Set It Up

SET

Commands coach

As the guard crosses mid-court,

Arm raised, two fingers out.

Two, he yells, running the offense.

Forward cuts to the high post.

Center drops down the paint.

The ball passes left,

Reverse, swing it round.

Shuffle, step, pick is set.

Turn, bounce pass…..

IT,

However, had started on day one

When coach called all to the base line,

Running passing drills, lay-ups,

Conditioning with sprints.

Then it became the go to play,

The bread and butter routine,

Going for the bucket.

Only here, it varies with

Three on the clock, down by one.

UP

Goes the ball,

From the fingertips with patience

To the hoop with urgency;

A title on the line.

A touch on the glass,

Held breath, roll on the rim,

A cheer from the crowd.

Completes the play that took a season.