Women's Bird Bball

The Birds battle the Conquistadors tonight, 

both teams look ready for the fight.

This game is going to be good 

the crowd chatters and laughs 

before the game begins.

The cheerleaders spread the floor in glittery suits

The girls run onto the court and warm-up shooting hoops.

Music is blaring from the roof.

The ball pounds hard across the waxed wood floor.

Its many painted lines provide measure, for shots, and good scores.

Tonight, the Bird's shots are making the grade.

Players dance across the floor, spinning this way and that 

like a double helix. 

Someone in the crowd yells 

"Damn well shoot that ball!" 

The time is 13:26 the Birds lead by a mighty fifteen points. 

Two collegiates, sitting in front of me, nervously peel their oranges;

 as the clock runs down.

The ball thuds three times, then spins diagonally through the air and 
bounces around the rim, 

circling the hoop,

and glides swiftly through the nylon cylindrical net. 

The cheerleaders triumphantly wave their pom-poms high.

The andrenaline thats pounded across the floor is just extreme tonight. 

With ten seconds left the birds lead by thirteen. 

The players are proud.

"God Bless Us!"
-from the crowd.