Creeps are strictly forbidden from playing on my team. I make that very clear from day one. As a matter of fact, I have five specific bullets in the team contract that relate specifically to how my players are expected to approach women (if that's their preference).
1. Women are not to be called bitches, hoes, sluts, rags, or whatever other slang you've come up with to reference women.
2. None of you (under any circumstances) will "tag-team" on a woman, even if she's "down for it."
3. You will not get a woman drunk in order to get busy with her.
4. You will not stalk a woman.
5. You will not spread rumors about a woman whether true or false under any circumstance.
I was shocked, but not totally surprised that a prospective player violated rule number four before he ever secured a commitment to play here. While I was in the Athletic Center one afternoon, a young woman alerted me about a potential creep.
RD: One of your guys got at me on facebook. He wanted to let me know he was going to be on the team. It was kinda weird. I don't know how he found my page.
Me: Who??
RD: I can't remember his name, but he was like...haha.. "you don't know me, but we've met before." He doesn't look familiar.
Me: Can you tell me what he looks like?
RD: He's from outta town. Light skinned. He says he's going to be your point guard. Anyway, he said that I met him sometime in the past but I don't know him from a hole in the wall.
Me: (racking my brain)
RD: He even named another player on the team. I don't know how he found me on facebook. I've never met the kid in my life, but he said he knows me.
Me: Are you talking about DeeOne?!?!?!
RD: Yeh!! That's his name!
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