The Game Basketball

I play basketball
Though I'm not good at it at all.
My dribbles are wrong,
My passes doesn't travel long,
My catches are not sure,
My shots are impure,
My team mates use words as their armaments,
The viewers pass comments,
My matches I lose,
What I hear is only boos
But to try again and again is the only thing I choose.
In the core of my heart there is a will
That tells me to improve still.