At my girl’s basketball game on Saturday my wife pointed toward the middle of the court. She said, “Albert look at the last girl on the right.” I turned and viewed the back of a dark haired girl about 12 years of age approximately 4 feet tall wearing green basketball shorts and shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Nothing unusual about her appearance but her black nike high tops were moving back and forth heel toe, heel toe. While she waited for the game to start she was tap dancing oblivious to the 50 people watching and the impending game.  She was lost in the beat of the song. Her feet tapping out the rhythm of a melody only she knew. Quietly dancing amidst a cacophony of athletics her shy feet slipping out the cadence transporting herself by the power of music and dance to a world of Nutcrackers and Mice. Seconds before the buzzer - she pops onto her toes balancing on perfect point in her bulky slippes. Rattled by the growl of a buzzer and a ball bouncing, the Nike ballerina disappears amongst her teammates.