f- misses ( a poem)

Inspired by watching Chris Brickley training Roman and one of the top freshman basketball players in college basketball

Clank!

The sound of the ball
coming off the front of the rim.
“F- misses.”
“We can’t do anything about them.”

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F- misses.

Next shot.
“Swish”

Even the best shooters
miss shots,
a lot of shots,
but missed shots
don’t faze them.

F- misses.

Give too much power
to the misses
you’ll never get back
to the makes.

F- misses.

You gotta let
those misses know
they don’t bother you.
They’re just a part of the game.
Too much energy on them
you’ll find more coming
your way.

F- misses.

Let them know
you’re in control.
See the next make
as you release the
next shot.
Hear the net rip,
one of the most beautiful sounds
in the world.

F- misses

Because you can’t do
anything about them.

That goes for the misses
off the court as well.

F- them all.

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See you tomorrow and keep pursuing,

JC