On the couch I sit and I gawk,
At all the teams playing, who float like hawks.
They dive and reach and dunk with ease,
The screaming fans, they do appease.

They contort their bodies up in mid air,
As they breathe that wonderful air up there.
They play & trade baskets back & forth,
Teams from East, West, South and North

The buzzer goes off, it says it's Half.
I'm giddy with joy. I giggle, I laugh.
I watch the highlights and fidget some more,
I love this game tight, right down to my core.

It starts again! my breath, it leaves!
My heart and soul over runneth with glee.
The game is tight, it see saws again,
I get so nervous I call a friend!

"Did you just see that? Tell me you watched!"
"I can't believe they let that guy walk!"
"I gotta go, I can't miss anymore!"
"Yeah I'll call you later, maybe 'round four!"

Back to the game, the clock's down to ten!
The battle lines drawn, they fight like men.
Trading blows of athletic skills,
With honour, sportsmanship and an orange peel.

The clock reads one! The shot goes up!
It rattles in after hitting the cup!
I jump for joy and scream like a kid,
As I look around at the mess I did.

No question about it, I love basketball!
The phone starts ringing – another call.
"Turn your TV to channel ten!"
"Another game's on! Let's do it again!"

MARCH MADNESS, BABY!