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pitcher to his mouth and gulped the beer straight down without a care. He pointed to himself with the pitcher. “Me coach? Oh, hell no. I’m done with coaching, man.” Even though there was music and televisions on throughout the establishment, Calvin was pretty loud and at that moment could be heard by a few of the early birds filtering in to get their drink on.
    Coach said, “Look, Calvin, you have to let that go, man. Just let it go.”
    For some reason Calvin hadn’t cleared his mind of the situation that had his name rolling in mud in the community. The situation was still playing loudly in his mind, and one thing these two guys agreed on and always wanted to make sure of was that their names stayed out of any kind of scandal while they coached ball. They truly looked at coaching as their community service.
    Calvin still had the pitcher in his hand. “What do we have to do to get some more of this?” He looked around. By this time he was a few seconds from going over to the bar himself to ask the bartender for another if their waitress didn’t arrive soon enough.
    At the moment Coach wasn’t too engaged in his efforts to get more brew. He had a huge appetite and was paying more attention to what was on his plate: a baked potato, baked chicken, and a salad.
    Calvin looked over at his meal, still holding the empty pitcher, and asked, “After all this time, you still not eatin’ red meat?” For Calvin, it was kind of fucking unbelievable. Shit, un-American even.
    â€œNope,” Coach said.
    â€œHow long has it been?”
    â€œAbout as long as you’ve quit coaching.”
    â€œFunny. Two years?”
    Coach moved his head up and down. Then he dived into his salad. He put a tomato on his fork before the lettuce. Then some chicken.
    Calvin looked at his plate and watched Coach enjoy his meal, then said, “Damn, that’s serious. You still eat pussy?”
    Coach didn’t answer but stared at him longer than it would have taken him to answer with a yes or no.
    Calvin said, “Look, man, how long have we known each other?”
    â€œI’m getting ready to say, ‘Way too long,’ but I would guess and say at least eleven, twelve years,” Coach answered.
    â€œTwelve to be exact, and five Georgia Youth championships to show for it,” Calvin said.
    â€œAnd that’s exactly why you should come back.” Coach still loved his beer and drank some of what he had left in his mug. In an imaginary way he was beating his chest because he got a point in over his friend at Calvin’s own admission.
    Calvin looked into the empty pitcher of beer and thought about the offer again. “I don’t know, man. These kids today don’t listen worth anything, and the parents are even worse.” He gasped at the site of the empty pitcher and turned it upside down.
    â€œAre you still on that situation, Calvin? Look, that is over with.”
    The waitress finally came over, grabbed the pitcher, and let them know she would be back. She looked at Calvin kind of oddly too. When Calvin finished looking at her tight little ass walking away in her jeans, he answered, “You talking about that asshole accusing me of texting his wife?”
    Coach chuckled a bit. “Yeah, that’s it. But it was a little more than texting he accused you of.” The situation had Calvin tied in knots.
    â€œMan, I had people coming into my shop, asking me about that. There isn’t anything more broke down than a preacher gossiping about something that’s not true, even though it involves his wife.” He remembered it all too clearly.
    â€œBut you handled it. It turned out okay,” Coach said.
    â€œYes, it did. But a preacher took me to a limit where I was going to knock his ass out. Thinking I wanted to do his wife . . . Now, I’ve done some things in my life.”
    â€œOf course. We both have,” Coach told him, still