The Denver Coliseum was alive with a new energy. The rest of the Colorado Cannibals’ training camp was nothing short of electric. From the moment the sun crested the Rockies to the last echo of cleats on turf, something had shifted in the air. The players moved with a kind of reckless joy, as if they’d all been set on fire and dared each other to burn brighter.
Alexandra Jordan, Heather Wammack, and Alicia Gresham were at the heart of it all. Their intensity was contagious-every drill, every rep, every snap was sharper, faster, more focused. They played like they had something to prove, not just to the league or the skeptics, but to themselves and each other. Jenifer Walter, ever the keen observer, watched from the sidelines, arms crossed and a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. S
