Fifteen people with different stories, Their paths’ intersect on the road to glory. Their road is winding and sometimes unclear, But with one common dream, they persevere. Hours of sweat, feed their desire, Because their hearts are fueled by Aztec fire. And bruises of effort, drive their endurance. They all know it’s more than a performance. It’s the chills from the snap of the guns. It’s all the practices and all the runs. It’s the injuries they fought against. It’s the speed of their heart, and the burning in their chest. It’s the sabre caught perfectly at port. It’s recovering quick from a toss that was short. It’s traveling for miles and miles on end. It’s knowing no matter what you have a friend. It’s fighting for a goal that no one understands. It’s heating your joins and icing your hands. It’s the fear before they toss. It’s the countless hours of sleep they’ve lost. It’s walking into a new arena but feeling at home, Because when you are on this team, you’re never alone. They set the floor and they wait, Finally, they hear “Taking the floor, San Diego State” The rush of emotions and adrenaline; They all have hopes of metaling. But winning isn’t just a high score, It’s the unexplainable feeling walking off the floor. It’s bonds that can never be broken. It’s learning to believe in your skills instead of hoping. It’s trusting your hands, but your teammates even more. It’s finding a type of love you never have known before. It’s being part of something and giving it your all. It’s having people to catch you when you fall. It’s the memories we made that will last a life time. And it’s all because we had an Aztec State of Mind. ~Joanna Alex