SLEEPING GIANT.

I love you. I respect you. I admire you. Sometimes I want to be you. But I'm not you.I'll practice with you. I'll sweat with you. I'll bitch and whine and scream with you.I'll party with you. I'll drink with you. I'll get sick with you. I'll listen to the screaming of by a furious coach with you.But we're different. I don't know what it is, why, or how I got that way but I am. I'm your teammate and you all share a sisterhood with me and a mutual understanding that nobody else does. You understand my passion for this sport and this program but that's only one of my passions.I'm different than you. In that quiet, sober moment of drunkenness, there is something else in the back of my head that says there is somewhere else I want to be, something else I should be doing. I love you. I love my defense and I love my team. I love winning with you. I hate to lose but if I had to do it with anybody it'd be you guys. I'd do anything in my power to help you but there's just one thing in this world I wouldn't give up.There is one thing, one desire, more stubborn than this and it's fighting with you. Just lately it has been a sleeping giant. But all giants, they have to wake up and a sleeping giant is never a morning bird.