Proud of myself for simply getting it done and not playing in fear, I get back on defense without saying a word. I’ve never been the player to complain to the refs even when they’re doing a shitty job. “Hey!” Indy jumps from her seat, yelling at the referees as I jog past her. “What the hell was that? Are you blind? That’s an and-one! Why don’t you start blowing that whistle instead of blowing this game?” My girl is red-faced and angry, stomping around on her strappy red heels as she continues to berate the refs. Waiting for the other team to bring the ball up, I stand with my hands on my
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