"Avery, where the f**k is your head? You've dropped the ball like three times in the last half hour." I squinted at the new coach trying to decide if it was a good idea to throw the ball at his f*****g head.
My stubborn as f**k wife was not where she was supposed to be; how the f**k was I supposed to concentrate on this s**t? I couldn't bail on the team but I wanted to. We had a game coming up and I needed to be on top of my game. Skye knew this s**t too so why she would choose now to do this s**t was beyond me.
"Coach I need to make a run and come back."
"Son that's just not done."
"Fine, I quit."
"You hard headed son of a b***h. Is this the kind of s**t my predecessor had to deal with?"
Now why the f**k were his lips twitching? The rest of the team looked like they were ready to f
