Best Player Of The Game Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

In the game of basketball,
It's up and down the court;
Ready to dribble and shoot,
Each player shows his worth.

One cager emerges superb,
From every angle scoring;
He drives hard to the basket
As the fans stand, cheering.

He plays the center role,
Standing six-foot-eleven;
Armed with two big hands
As well as long fingers ten.

The heart of a champion
Beats in determination;
Either offense or defense
Has an ample attention.

He knocks down three-pointers,
Doing fade away jumpers;
Hauling down big rebounds,
Like a machine in four quarters.

He leaves the defenders in shock,
Using his lateral quickness;
He issues lightning-quick assists,
Highlighting no-look passes.

Taking fouls from ferocious foe,
He is strong in body and mind;
He goes straight to the stripe,
Making free throws from the line.

He blocks every single shot,
Making a fruitful fastbreak;
Doing double crossover
To put an icing on a cake.

Hard to stop catch-and-shoot,
Points his team pile up;
But the other wants to take the lead,
To emerge and win the cup.

In the last two minutes
The score is tied at 99 all;
The great dribbler dunks,
Wanting not to lose or fall.

After the tie-breaking shot,
He steals from the point guard;
He wants a step-back jumper
Done by the power forward.

But behold the other quintet
Defending so very tight;
The lead remains at two,
Until they make it all right.

The very exciting game
To overtime period goes;
As both clubs deliver,
Trading every shot that flows.

With half a second remaining,
To give up no one does want;
After the last full time-out,
Both hope to be in front.

The ball now is in his hands,
The score is still the same;
He makes the last shot to earn
The best player of the game.