When did I fall off my game? It just doesn't feel the same. Somewhere between raising his baby and being a wife Somehow I lost the biggest part of my life. I wonder if all women feel the same. In less than a year to squash my whole game. Whether it be ball or college, job or dream Why do we give up what made us cream? No man has has ever given me that of ball No sound has ever been as great as walking into a hall Thunder rumbling from live fans jumpin Love to shake them, fake them, watch them stumpin Full attack while I am on the court, no one cared that I was short made up for height with heart never thought one day we would part Leather now in my dishwater ruined hands Like eight, pretending fans in the stands counting down the clock, three, two, one . . . do I tell him I am pregnant with his son?