"Avery, where the fuck 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 fucking head.
My stubborn as fuck wife was not where she was supposed to be; how the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on this shit? 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 shit too so why she would choose now to do this shit 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 bitch. Is this the kind of shit my predecessor had to deal with?"
Now why the fuck were his lips twitching? The rest of the team looked like they were ready to fall out laughing, what the fuck?