PRESENTATION OUTLINE
My father put up a basketball hoop
On a telephone pole outside our apartment
I practiced hard to be my fathers son
Asphalt shimmers in the summer heat
And fingers sting in the winter's have light
I know I am not good enough
My father insists I try out for the Tigers anyway
I know my shots will miss
Even before they fall of the rim
Even before the coach yells "NEXT"
Between the ball and the backboard
Between the paint and the perimeter
I know i'll let my father down
