‘Twas the night before game day, When all through the gym, not an athlete was shooting—no shots through the rim.

The jerseys were placed in their dorm rooms with care, with prayers that they don’t see that Coach Mowen glare.

The besties were nestled all snug in their beds as visions of victory danced in their heads.

They travel to Augie to play their first game, as loudly Coach Mowen calls out each name.

From the end of the bench there arose a great clatter, and Jodi’s ears perked up to hear what’s the matter.

Away down the court she flew like a flash, as she tore past the defense and offered a pass.

And before my eyes who quickly appears? Shooting and scoring, it’s Catessa! And the bench loudly cheers!

With a quick fake left, and a cross to the right, baskets were falling all through the night.

More rapid than eagles, the adjustments came, with our dear Coach Mowen yelling all game.

“Post up, get open!” The players did hear, as all the while the end drew near.

As moments pass by from minutes to seconds, the sweet sound of winning hastily beckons.

On baited breath, there comes a last whistle, as a win is given to Knox—it’s official!

The prayers have been prayed, and the practices done, let us say tomorrow “our besties have won”