The first time I played 

Basketball I was ten years old

What got my spark 

Was my dad said I was too 

Bad to start as the words poured out 

I did not care what  was said 

I ignored what I heard 

As went to the court to practice 

All I did was miss I felt his words 

In every shoot I took he had 

Me shook I thought will

I ever get his word out 

My head but instead I 

Said this will not stop me 

For my last name is Sandbothe 

And we don't quit 

So as I regained the will to play 

I was prepared to make my dad pay

So as I was practicing my focus

Could not be broken like a bear 

Hunting a deer 

I still had a little fear of failing 

But would not let that stop me from  

Achieving my goals

As the days went by I progressed 

If my ball could have talked 

It would have said

“He has become better that what he expected “ 

Every day my goal was to 

Blast the basketball in the basket 

And after years of practicing

I am at my best basketball performance ever

Now every day I try to be like Mike.