No punches, just thoughts (week 8 little behind)

The room is an acoustic Pandora box of sound. The squeaking of players feet echo off the wood constructs of the bleachers. Combined with the screams of who has who and the general yelling no you don’t have who, confusion runs rampant. Confusion seems to be the theme of the field house. As one sense of smell is taken back to a smell once recognized in an old boxing warehouse. But no punches will be thrown today, just shots.