The eager chatter elevates into an even louder buzzing, and claps and cheers start to take over from talk and the announcers' voices are suddenly shattered and drowned out by OURS--"Whoooooohooooo, go Cats!"
"YEAH WILDCATS!"
"Come on, boys!"
Our screams combine with the distant shouts of everyone gathered downstairs, and even the yells of the fans standing at attention in Buffalo as it hits tip off tip off tip off TIP OFF and someone yells alone behind me in the dark and voices keep coming, starting off low as our Boris and a massive muscled Maryland Terrapin crouch for the ball and going going going one by one by one by many and now it's blown wide open roaring as if the boys are right in front of us anticipation heavy until our final shout mirrors the hand that slaps the ball up and away--
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
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