The game was like a series of small marks with colored pencils on white paper, that rapidly turned into grass and people when she drew to the sound of music. Her eyes moved between the flashing monitors and the men and women moving swiftly on the green field -- long hair flowing out the back of their silver or gold helmets.
Although she did not know the whole history, it was common knowledge in Tarclaver that years ago when the faculty eliminated the athletics programs, the coaches and players moved up the hill to the stadium. Every year, a few young men and woman defected from Tarclaver to the Old Stadium.