Just Me, A Player’ s Poem By: Tom Krause “From the time I was little,

Just Me, A Player’ s Poem By: Tom Krause “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 the king of ball To swish all those baskets is no swat at all. But all of a sudden there’s a defender in my face Who doesn’t seem to realize that I’m the king 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”

Summary This poem’s theme is growing and not having a big ego. Because when you think about it, if you’re seriously into a sport and you don’t have problems with pressure or anything else then you will never grow into the best you can be and you will always be stuck a few notches down.

Poetic Devices In the second stanza, second line, Onomatopoeia is used. “To swish all those baskets ” In the second stanza, fourth line, Hyperbole is used. “ I’m king of this place”

I chose this poem because I can relate with what it says. I can relate to everything in the poem. Because of this, I was able to expand my game. I first had to get over the pressure of coaches and scouts watching and not wanting to screw up. Once you can shut everything out, the only things you see are your teammates, the floor, the basket and the other team. When you can only hear your coach over the crowd, when you can see things before they happen, then you have truly grew as both a player and a person.

Five Q’s 1) What do you think is meant by “My hand is not steady; my eye is not pure” at the end of the third stanza? 2) Why was he blaming everyone else but himself? 3) Do you think the title “Just Me” is appropriate? 4) There are two ‘mood swings’ in this poem. Where are they? 5) If the two teams played each other again, after the great guy figured everything out, who would win?