Bereft of the limelight
I strolled towards the arena
The atmosphere added to my tension
The absence of the great pinched me
Incapably, unexpectedly
Quite immature
I was to stand in his place
The first match
Was a gift
Wrapped by unexpected
And revealed victory
It was still a long way
And the next was impossible
The final day arrived
Hundreds of eyes lingering
Staring with hope
It began in good fashion
Time was against us
It leveled the score
All ready to draw the last blood
Perhaps not by experience
But as birth right
I stood to throw the last
What happened next will be history
But will remain a colossal tribute
To the basketball team
And HARSH!!
