I could sit here and watch this all day long

The bounces, the swooshes, the buzzers are a pretty song

Yellow, black, and white scattered across hardwood

How can a player, a team, be so good

Squeaky sneakers

Fans packed in the bleachers

Swaying ponytails

Running, diving, shooting, dribbling

The swoosh again

It’s the song of my fairytales

I’m 35 now but remember like yesterday being 16

How it was so sweet

Then elite

I got my college picks down to four

I hung for a while then ran into a closed door

But my dreams live on in the up-and-coming

The Iowa Hawkeyes are really something

I set up a basketball hoop in my driveway

No, I never made it to the WNBA

But I still get out there and relive the glory days

The trees overhead scrape against the roof

The wind howls like an expectant crowd

I hear the ball bounce

And that flawless swoooosshhh

I guess at 35 I can still live the dream

In my outdoor gymnasium

Sure, it sounds crazy to some

I dropped out of school this year

I’m taking the tuition money to fly to Cleveland

To relish in my favorite season

Come early April I’ll be in the stands at the Final Four

I hope the Hawkeyes make it once more

I’ll stay up late, wear my yellow shirt

It’ll be great

I’ll feel like a little kid again

In my eyes there will be a spark

Watching college basketball

Living through Caitlin Clark