. . The stadium was packed and screaming fans were everywhere. People waved Stiles U Wolves flags, hoisted jerseys, and held homemade signs in the air. Sororities were on one end of the stands catcalling. Fraternities were on the other end making drumbeats with their Timbs and canes, and, of course, the Ques were barking. The cheerleaders were on the floor doing the tootsie roll while the teams lined up and prepared to be introduced. Television cameras were all over and coaches were doing spot interviews. The atmosphere was on ten and everybody was chanting, “Getcha howl on!” Hands down this was the place to be. The Wolves were the best team in the college league. Now all they had to do was prove it. Khya grinned extra hard as Bling’s stats were called and he strutted out into the center of the court. “That’s my man, y’all! Bling, Bling, Bling! Owwww!” She popped up from her seat and broke out into the snake . “Can you calm down?” I looked at her like she was insane. “Don’t hate, Seven.”
