I felt nothing but rage. The voice in my head kept saying, don't do it! I clenched my fist and just stared at ToughGuy. The guys on my side of the court all went silent as I stood there in disbelief at what had just happened. I couldn't believe he had the balls to disrespect me like that in front of the team.
My anger didn't stem from him calling me a faggot. I'm secure enough in my manhood to take a stupid shot like that from an 18 year old. It was the fact that he stood there waiting for me to bust a move, not realizing that I could knock him out with a single jab. All I could see in that moment was ToughGuy's face and what appeared to be my assistant coach moving quickly towards me as I walked up to ToughGuy. The room started to go dark.
My heart was racing as I started to address ToughGuy. The assistant coach had beaten me to my destination and stood in between us.
Me: What did you say?!!
ToughGuy: YOU STAY PICKIN ON ME! I'M SICK OF IT!
Me: SO YOU WANNA GET LOUD NOW?!?
Assistant: Coach...
Me: NAH. HOLD UP. REPEAT WHAT YOU SAID!
ToughGuy: This is bullshit!
Me: YOU KNOW WHAT? GET OUT! NOW!!
ToughGuy: Why you pickin on me?!? Other guys are makin mistakes and you're pickin on me!
Me: GET OUT! NOW!
He stood there. ToughGuy wouldn't leave the gym.
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