When we step on that court, splattered with dark lines and graffiti, all our problems are left in the locker room.​

We don't have to worry about earlier altercations, don't have to anticipate 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 into 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 move our feet, with this combination we can't miss a beat.

The only people who can control the fate of this game is our team and the opposing girls who are 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 ball, yet happily take our fouls as we watch the other girl 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.