when my old coach comes in and gives me a nod.
"Are you ready for this season," they said on the spot,
"tryouts are this friday! Don't tell me you forgot."
My heart almost stopped, I swore in skipped a beat,
because that's when I realized my papers aren't complete!
"Mom call the doctor!" I screamed over the phone,
and after that I rushed all the way home.
I got my physical, it's the day before tryouts
I had to get two shots but I tried not to pout.
There was to no way to tell if I'd be cleared
As the day drew nearer, I was enveloped in fear.
But I handed in my papers so I have some hope,
Mr. Ricciardelli will come through like the pope
