When we step on that court spattered with maroon lines and graffiti, all our problems are left in the locker room
We don’t have to worry about our earlier altercations with our moms, don’t have to anticipate their emotions exploding in a big BOOM
Our boy problems no longer affect our moods or our lack of satisfaction
All we’re looking for is the ball so we may execute our plan of action
We’re playing the game we love with the girls we adore, we’re being coached by awesome coaches who’ve already had their 40 minutes of fame on this floor
We control our brains and God moves our feet, with this combination we can’t be beat
The only people who can control the fate of this game is our team and the opposing girls who are only looking for fame
The crowd is yelling to show that they care, the cheerleaders…well… we don’t notice they’re there
We take the game and make it our own, their team is going to be sad on their way home
We show everyone girls CAN play football, yet happily take our fouls as we watch the other girls fall
When we step off the court we again face all our problems and fears, yet we anticipate our next game like it’ll be our last for years
