Niki's Love For Basketball: Special Messages

Is the adjective
The coaches give

When describing my game
They all say the same

"She's so competitive"
"I love the kid"

Not a single negative
The coaches give
When describing my game

"She's a coaches dream"
"Wish I had 10 on my team"

I take pride in what was just said
It will NEVER go to my head

Makes me realize.................
The intensity of that fire in my eyes

On the court I'm obsessed
Won't let any opponent block my team's progress

I fean NO ONE

So when I step on the court
The adjective they will give.............


It's the only way my game knows how to live.

I do the little things
They don't get noticed
But they get the rings

I can play the 1,2 or 3
It don't matter to me
Somethin' in the box score, you won't see

When it comes to the game
I just go insane

I dive for the ball
I sacrifice it all

Don't care if you're my friend
It's all about the win

If you ain't on my team
Your worst nightmare is my dream

I'm the secretary of defense
I take no prisoners

I'll do whatever it takes
What's a couple of elbows in the face

You come drivin' down the lane,
You think your livin' large?
I'm down with that charge!

I don't need motivation
It's all in my heart and mind
You can't teach DETERMINATION

I lay it all on the line
I leave it all on the floor

My pride on D won't let you score!

The game drives me
It drives my mind
It brings out every emotion I can find

I've been to every destination
From frustration to exhilaration

Buzzer beaters and last second shots
Bring excitement to the game

Air balls and turnovers
Bring the greatest pain

The victories are oh so sweet
Those we LOVE to repeat

But the losses play a thousand times
They refuse to escape our minds

A never ending search for perfection
We live in the gym it is our obsession

In our hearts and minds were driven there
A love affair that's oh so rare

Have you ever felt that fire run through you
That extra burst of adrenaline
You give'em the look
You can sense the fear in their eyes
You know you've got'em
Hands out wide swiping for the ball
Feet moving from side to side
They have no where to go
They're trapped and you know it
40 minutes of suffocating defense
The game is in your hands
And that's every players worst nightmare

10 Steps To Stardom
1. Competitive Greatness - Includes patience, your mental attitude, faith, determination and fight.
2. Coachability - Be hardworking, loyal, enthusiastic. Listen well. Have the ability to adapt to different systems. Be a leader.
3. Skill Development - Have a will to work at the basic, giving attention to all details. Strive for perfection. Use repetition to achieve success.
4. Conditioning - Conditioning includes mental, physical, and emotional training habits; diet; prevention of injuries; and the ability to take on all challenges.
5. Confidence - Lead by example. Respect all, fear no one.
6. Practice Habits - Be the first one there, the last one to leave. Be cooperative, have discipline, be alert, and have enthusiasm and team spirit.
7. Loyalty - Be loyal not only to yourself, but to your school, coaches, and teammates. There is nothing more important.
8. Goal Setting - Plan your improvement. Reach each level of your goals, little by little, until you achieve where you want to be.
9. Ambition - Have the confidence and desire to be the best. Work hard. Be better than the others. Make your dreams a reality.
10. Being a Good Sport - Show respect, integrity, and good judgement in how you treat teammates and opponents, coaches and officials. Have self-control.


What Happens When You Don't Quit
   It was late afternoon and a skinny young man was dashing down the steps at his school to check out the bulletin board by the gym. His heart was pounding as he saw the list that was tacked to the board. This list would tell him if his dream of making the high school basketball team would be realized. He read the list again and again, each time with the same result - his name was not there. He had FAILED. That day, the moment would change his life forever.
   For the next year, regardless of the weather, he practiced 4-6 hours every day. There were many nights that he was all alone under the moonlight, practicing every move, every shot that he needed to make next year's team.
   The ending is a happy one. He did make the team - and Michael Jordan, on the heels of failure, went on to become the greatest basketball player of all time.

Words to Live By..
People are often unreasonable, irrational and self-centered,
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives,
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and
some genuine enemies,
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you,
Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight,
Create anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten,
Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it may never be enough,
Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God,
It was never between you and them anyway.

by Mother Theresa

"I'm a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it." - Thomas Jefferson


To Any Athlete
There are little eyes upon you,
   And they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly
   Take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager
   To do anything you do;
And a little girl who's dreaming
   Of the day she'll be like you.

You're the little girl's idol,
   You're the wisest of the wise,
In her little mind about you,
   No suspicions ever rise;
She believes in you devoutly,
   Holds all you say and do,
She will say and do, in your way
   When she's a grown up like you.

There's a wide eyed little girl,
   Who believes you're always right,
And her ears are always open,
   And she watches day and night;
You are setting an example
   Every day in all you do,
For the little girl who's waiting
   To grow up and be like you.


Basketball Is Life
Or is it just a game?
If basketball were a person
Would it have a different name?
If Basketball were a man
He would probably be named Jordan
But if I had to guess
I would say Basketball would be a woman

This woman would be tough
This woman would be mean
This woman would be nice
When on the same team
This woman would stand tall
Not in height but with pride
She would be ready to battle
Not just along for the ride
This woman would have style
This woman would have grace
This woman would know when
To wear her game face
This woman would be committed
To achieving the ultimate dream
Of one day wearing a championship ring

There lies a thin line
Between true life and this game
She who gives her all on the court
Knows they’re one in the same!

By Rosemary Boner

Born To Ball
I was born to ball
It's in my blood
It's who I am
It's what I know
A feeling of peach
A feeling of love
It's the beat of my heart
The bounce in my stride
I live for this game
I love this game
I was born to ball

Don't Ever Give Up
If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think that you dare not, you don't,
If you'd like to win, but you think you can't
It's almost certain you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've already lost.

For out in the world you'll find,
Success begins with a girl's will!
It's all in the state of mind
If you think you are outclassed, you are.

You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster girl;
But sooner or later the girl who wins
Is the girl who thinks she can.

It's Only One Possession
It was only one possession, why must my coach scream?
My poor defense permitted the basket, but what can one hoop mean?
As the pass comes my direction, and I fumble it into the stands,
The coach's voice rings loud and clear, "Catch with your eyes and hands!"
C'mon, coach, it's a single possession, our team will be okay.
It's just the first two minutes, My gosh, we've got all day!

At the 10-minute mark I remember, that the center is strong and stout.
A putback for two, quite simply due, to my failure to turn and block out.
But it was only one possession, I didn't commit a crime,
My team is ahead and I'm playing well, And there's still plenty of time!

As the halftime buzzer is sounding, and I watch the ball bank in,
I know that I will hear from my loving coach, of my questionable effort to defend.
But it was only one possession, Coach - don't have a heart attack!
We're down by one, but we're having fun, I know we'll get the lead back!

The second half mirrors the first, but it's early, it's not a big deal.
That my failure to use a pass fake, results in an unlikely steal.
But quickly I sink a jumper, I'm greeted by high fives and slaps,
But next possession I give up a layup, while suffering mental lapse.
But it's only one possession, C'mon, Coach, chill out!

It's crazy to see you disgusted, as you slap the assistant and shout.
"Victory favors the team making the fewest mistakes. Single possessions are the key,
so treat them like gold and do as you're told, and play with intensity."

I step to the line for one and one, but I have a concentration lapse,
The ball soars through the air - Good Lord, it's a brick!
I'm afraid the support will collapse. In post game I sit at my locker,
Pondering what more I could do. I realize the value of each possession,
What a shame that we lost by two.

'Just Me' - A Player's Poem
"From the time I was little, I knew I was great
cause the people would tell me, "You'll make it - just wait. "
But they never did tell me how great I would be
If I ever played someone who was greater than me.

When I'm in the back yard, I'm queen with the ball
To swish all those baskets is no sweat at all.
But all of a sudden there's a defender in my face
Who doesn't seem to realize that I'm queen of this place.

So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.
My passes to teammates could go through the wall.
My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.
My hand is not steady; my eye is not pure.

The fault is my teammates - they don't understand.
The fault is my coaches - what a terrible plan.
The fault is the call by the blind referee.
But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see.

Then finally it hit me when I started to see
That the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.
It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball,
and it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall.

That face in the mirror that was always so great
Had some room for improvement instead of just hate.
So I stopped blaming others and I started to grow.
My play got much better and it started to show.

And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad.
I learned to depend on the good friends I had.
Now I like myself better since I started to see
That I was lousy being great - I'm much better being me."

by Tom Krause

Words of Wisdom
"There's no such thing as an off night defensively, play hard for yourself and your team."

"If you can score you'll win a lot of games, if you can STOP your opponent from scoring you'll win ALL of your games."

"The team that wants the ball more than their opponent will win everytime."

"Basketball is like photography, if you don't focus, all you have is the negative."