The Perfect Team Player

by Ed Riley copyright 2002

  I'm not very good                 I can't dribble at all,

     You could say I am short                         Cause I'm not very tall.

   When I get the ball I can't make my passes,

 Maybe it's because I need some new glasses.

    When I catch the ball                    It goes right through my fingers,

     With my bright red hair               I'm a Bozo the Clown ringer.

   When I shoot the ball                     No one knows where it's going,

 It all depends                         On which way the winds blowing.

   It could go over the backboard                  And miss it all,

     Like it just hit                   An invisible wall.

    But for what it's worth                              I love this game,

 I just wish I were better                   And my skills weren't so lame.

I'm short and I'm small                                  Like a candle's wick,

  I eat and I eat                        Still I'm built like a stick.

    If only I were heavier                    I wouldn't be pushed around,

  But I'm a skinny red head                            That looks like a clown.

 A couple of things                            I have left till the last,

I do have one thing I'm really, really fast!

 And a loose ball on the floor                       You can bet it's mine,

  I'll dive for a ball                 Any ole time.

       When a ball's on the floor                                 I don't need that much room,

    I'll sweep up that ball                     You can call me "The Broom."

  I've been hurt a lot                                       Running into the walls,

 Running and diving                                       To save a loose ball.

  Don't try a fast break                       Not on your best day,

    I'll speed up behind you                            And knock it away!

         I don't play much But I don't whine,

      Cause my skills aren't there                   My game doesn't shine.

                              I just do what I can I give it my all,

      Once I busted my head                Diving into a wall.

   My coach never makes                              Me want to crawl in a hole,

  Instead he calls me              Our team's heart and soul.

  And every November                      I live out my dream,