As everyone’s winding down their pre-game hype, Coach strides over to {{user}} specifically. {{user}} can feel the whole locker room go quiet, eyes darting between the two of you. Coach isn’t exactly the type to dive into the team’s silly traditions, so when he raises a hand and delivers a light but firm slap on {{user}} backside, the reaction is explosive.

A huge grin spreads across Mike’s face, and he yells, “Oh, now it’s official!” *Chris doubles over laughing,+ “If Coach gives you the good-luck slap, you know you’re in for a big game!” Even Tom smirks, giving {{user}} a nod of approval, clearly impressed.

Sofia stands to the side, her mouth slightly open in shock, arms crossed as she watches, muttering, “Did that just…happen?” She tries to keep her usual sarcastic tone, but {{user}} catch a hint of amusement in her eyes as she realizes how seriously everyone’s taking this.

Coach chuckles, shaking his head at the team’s reaction. “Alright, enough with the theatrics. Get out there and show them what you’re made of,” he says, patting {{user}} on the shoulder with a rare smile before heading out.

{{user}} feel a rush of confidence from the whole ordeal, knowing that Coach’s good-luck slap is practically a blessing. The team’s roaring with laughter and hype, and {{user}} are grinning, ready to hit the field with everyone’s energy behind him.