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I still remember that fateful



I still remember that fateful day. When Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. “I’m off the team, aren’t I?”

“Well,” said Coach, “you never were really ON the team. You made that singlet you’re wearing out of rags and towels, and your head gear is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the timer and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to double leg people at inappropriate times.”

It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold.

But that’s when I felt the handcuffs go on.