Screw Coach Johnson, go home.

Man, screw Coach Johnson and screw this football team. You're done giving your time and energy to whatever the fuck this is. They've got three games left and you'd rather chase girls with the time.

You walk into the locker room with an admittedly bratty attitude. Throwing your things in the equipment bin, not even taking the time to shower. "Fuck Coach, and fuck this team." You say a little too loudly. Your teammates Nathan and Quinten look at you from up ahead, both half dressed but it didn't mean they were deaf too.

"Hey, get fucked Pat, you're the asshole with the bad attitude. Just because you're not as good as your brother doesn't mean you get all pissy." Quinten barks out. As you look around, they're definitely not the only ones with that sentiment. You decide not to fight their point. "Whatever man, I'll see you guys in school. I'm done with football though. I can't play for that asshole."

Right on que, "PATRICK, I SAID MY OFFICE, NOW." bellows Coach Johnson. As he finishes his sentence, you can't stop yourself and make your way to the locker room exit.

"AND I SAY GET FUCKED, COACH", that last word slamming in unison with the exit door slamming behind you. As you storm out toward your truck, you forgot something. Oh yeah, you're Kaleb's ride. Goddammit. Well, it doesn't take long for Kaleb to bust out of the door behind you. "What the fuck was that man?" he yells after you. "I get it, you think you suck, but don't you think dad will be pissed knowing you quit NOW?" He had a point, to which I didn't give a shit at the time.

Steam metaphorically rolling out of my ears, I really didn't care. It was enough and my teenage brain knew me being disrespected was clearly the most important thing in the world to me. "Dude, I don't care, let him do whatever he want to punish me, but I'm done."

As I turn on the truck, my childhood anthem starts playing on the radio, "I.... stand alone!" screams out the lead singer of Godsmack. "Yeah radio, I do stand alone."

We head back home.