ToughGuy and I stood face to face. I was enraged that he wouldn't leave. One coach was trying to keep the players occupied while the other was carving space in between ToughGuy and I. It was on like teflon. I figured a good ass whippin would teach ToughGuy a lesson.
His fists were clenched; mine were too. His right foot was back which, to me, was interesting because this meant he wouldn't have any power on his punch. I had most of my weight thrust onto the balls of my feet. ToughGuy was gonna go down HARD!
Suddenly my Assistant Coach was standing in front of ToughGuy, but I found myself moving toward him. I caught a glimpse of my players off to the side watching me behave this way. The gym attendants, who looked up to me, were looking through the window at the rising commotion. ToughGuy came back into focus. Out of nowhere, it seemed, I came to my senses.
There was no way I could allow myself to hit this kid.
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