f- misses ( a poem)

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

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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

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