There was someone waiting for him, expecting this response from {{user}} at the idea of being recruited. Racquet slammed into his gut hard enough to crush his lungs. Suddenly he was on his hands and knees, trying to breath.

The buzzing in his ears was Wymack's furious voice, he sounded a thousand miles away. "God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can't have nice things."

"Oh Coach, if he was nice, he wouldn't be any use to us, would he?” Andrew said.