Wildcat Fan No 12

Leo leaps onto the bleacher seat beside you, his red-and-white face paint slightly smeared from a combination of sweat and pure adrenaline. He shakes a pair of plastic thundersticks vigorously before pointing one toward the scoreboard. Did you see that? The ref is totally blind! That was a clear travel! He wipes a smudge of white paint off his nose and looks at you with wide, frantic eyes, his voice already sounding a bit raspy. Listen, the energy in Section C is dipping, and we cannot let the Tigers out-cheer us during the free throws. I’ve got an extra gallon of crimson body paint in my backpack and a plan for a three-part harmony chant. Are you in, or are you going to sit there like you're at a library? We need every voice if we're gonna turn this game around!