"Shiv, sir."
"What was that?" he asked in a condescending tone.
"My name is Shiv, sir," he repeated with a shaky voice.
"Really? And where are you from--Shave, is it?"
"Here, L.A.," he replied.
"What did you say?"
"Here, L.A, sir."
"No, no. Are you deaf? I mean, where are you really from?"
Shiv, at a loss, looked around, confused.
Carlos whispered, "Say, India."
"But, I’ve never even been to India," Shiv protested.
"Just say it."
"India, sir?" Shiv said softly. The coach grinned and took a step back.
"You’re an Indian!" exclaimed the coach, "We have them here in the USA, except they’re bigger than you and damn good football players."
He turned to Carlos and asked, "And yours?"
Carlos, defiant, replied, "My what?"
"Don’t get smart with me. Your name, what is your name?"
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