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I stared down at my body There was a puddle of water at my feet “I was in cool down, but was told you couldn’t wait This is what I had on I can come back,” I offered
To his right was Mr McCade I straightened my back I had been too pissed at Coach to notice that the owner of the Warriors was in the office
It was no secret that Coach and I didn’t agree on much We tried to stay out of each other’s way off the field as much as possible It usually worked Until now
“Since you’re here, why don’t you sit?” Coach nodded toward the couch
Mr McCade was easily in his seventies, but none of us knew for sure What we kneas he was a cheap bastard He wanted the best tea to pay for the facilities or the equipotiations could drag on for weeks I didn’t have a lot to say to the man He was my employer, but I wasn’t a fan
One sweep around Coach’s office and you could see what the McCades thought about funding the ement offices The place looked like it hadn’t been updated since 1985 A row of play manuals lined the bookcase above his desk There were a few fra with a tea
“All right What can I do for you, Coach? Mr McCade?”
“I’et to the point”
“Sounds good to me” I stared at both of them with eyes just as cold as theirs
Applewhite sighed “We’ve got a problem on the team”
“Yeah, guys are passing out left and right because they’re out of shape, it’s one-hundred twenty degrees out there, and rookies don’t know their routes,” I snarled “What’s the status on the new indoor practice field?”
“Luke, we’re not here to talk about facility expansion I’ about you”
I sat there in ue infraction I had collected this ti otten the speech fifty ti up woet favors The thing was I didn’t give a shit I lived ave them results every Sunday, they could fuck off
Mr McCade cleared his throat before reaching into his suit pocket and retrieving a photograph “Do you know this young lady?” He slid it across the coffee table
I picked it up Pretty girl, but I’d never seen her before “Nope” I tossed it on the pile of sportsthe flimsy white wood table