i am....so is carolinagirl...cause tar heels rock. i only watch womens basketball though. thats where you find the REAL talent.

mmmm...good idea...ill have to think about that

for me, this poem is supposed to be long, its supposed to capture the stages i went through when i played that night. i came out angry, i was playing because of the physical feeling of throwing a ball at something...i missed many times just because all i wanted was to throw something and hear a thud. eventually though, i began to think about what i was doing, i began to make the shots...to get good at it and to concentrate on what i was doing. it was at a point where i wasnt thinking about anything else...the only thing in my mind was where i should stand, how much force i should put into it, how much of an arc...and then i became tired and my shots werent making it and i was out of breath..but i wasnt angry anymore. i had forgotten it. thats what this poem is about, its supposed to be long, its supposed to perhaps be even longer than it could, and to be somewhat repetitive. thats what i had in mind when i wrote it. i do think it needs a simple rewrite, to cut back on a few things, but overall its trying to portray a certain idea, and in my mind it needs its length.