Otis Allen burst out of the locker room and made a beeline for the practice field. “Who did it?!” he barked. “Which one of you sideways motherfuckers did it?” The coaches whistled the warmups to a halt, and everyone looked around, puzzled.
“What’s going on, Meatball?” Coach CK asks.
“I’m about done with this shit, man. I been here for so long, bustin’ my ass, gettin’ double and triple teamed for years. No stats, just helpin’ the team, every single game. And what do I get? Huh?”
CK, incredulous, prods again, “What the hell happened?”
“Someone ate my goddamn pre-practice meatball sub!”
The team, circled up around Otis and coach CK, erupts into fits of laughter. Players doubled over, some rolling on the turf.
“How is this funny? Do I ever touch your shit? Do I ever snoop around in your lockers? No. I mind my damn business and get my shit done. Fuck it, bro. I’m outta here.” Otis turned around to stomp off the field, and was met by one of the happiest sights he had ever seen. The team nutritionists were walking out a folding table, stacked to the sky, with meatball subs.
Coach CK, pat Otis on the back and whispered, “Happy Birthday, big fella. ” He turned and beeped his whistle. “No practice today, Cats. Enjoy!”
“What’s going on, Meatball?” Coach CK asks.
“I’m about done with this shit, man. I been here for so long, bustin’ my ass, gettin’ double and triple teamed for years. No stats, just helpin’ the team, every single game. And what do I get? Huh?”
CK, incredulous, prods again, “What the hell happened?”
“Someone ate my goddamn pre-practice meatball sub!”
The team, circled up around Otis and coach CK, erupts into fits of laughter. Players doubled over, some rolling on the turf.
“How is this funny? Do I ever touch your shit? Do I ever snoop around in your lockers? No. I mind my damn business and get my shit done. Fuck it, bro. I’m outta here.” Otis turned around to stomp off the field, and was met by one of the happiest sights he had ever seen. The team nutritionists were walking out a folding table, stacked to the sky, with meatball subs.
Coach CK, pat Otis on the back and whispered, “Happy Birthday, big fella. ” He turned and beeped his whistle. “No practice today, Cats. Enjoy!”
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