May 28, 1988 The game is on at the park. The stars are out. It's close to dark. Hoop Kings SOARing in the SKY so high so fly like they Got Wings (it's like the blacktop is a box SPRING ) Hey, Charlie, you see what he did with that THING! my best friend, Skinny, yells T W I R L I N G and WHIRLING the ball so sweet it's like a bee s t i n g (Ouch!) He just Swished in your Face. Stung you like a can of mace These boys so fly they're outta SPACE! C'mon, Charlie, I got next. Let's hoop, Skinny says, jumping up from the sidewalk. Nah, I gotta get home for dinner, I lie. I used to play H.O.R.S.E. against my father, and sometimes I won, but when I tried playing on a team, I'd get too nervous to shoot, too scared of the ball (like the time I missed a pass and got hit up- side the head). Sometimes, I wish I was a superhero, superfly like Quicksilver speed-racing down the court sleek as a sports car faster than NASCAR, leaving all my sadness in the dust--far, far away from now. Wish I could soar score throw down a monster dunk like I was Thor. Wish I could elevate my name with game so good it's hall of fame! Wish I could forget all the pain. Yeah, that's what I wish . . . Excerpted from Rebound by Kwame Alexander All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
