Game
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The Game
As I flip through the channels I notice a basketball game which catches my attention. Maybe it's because I am flipping through the channels so quickly or the players are actually running at such a fast pace, that I have to turn the channel back to see what I have just missed. At first glance I immediately notice the player's arms as they run along the rectangular, shiny basketball court. It almost looks as glossy as a bowling lane, waxed and slippery for fast past movement. I am amazed at the shape of their muscles and how each and every muscle is augmented with the swift movements of their arms; back and forth, back and forth. As the boys on the Sacramento side run to the opposite end of the court to be on the defensive, the size of the court has reduced so much so that now it looks like a tiny dance floor. A dance floor at a small banquet that is jammed packed with sweaty partygoers hopping and bouncing all around to the beat of the music, little room for movement and no empty floor space. The rectangular court is seen as much larger when there is a time out and there is no movement, but when the boys are back in the game and running all around, changing direction each second, I see it as a packed dance floor, no possible room for anyone else to cram in. No one is still, not even the referees.
There is movement everyone I look, and two players seem to be dancing around each other, desperate to capture the ball...