Swear to Vecna, I am Ben Wyatt. The growing resemblance is UNCANNY.
In high school I sucked at basketball. I was lanky enough to play post, but clumsy. One team we played had a monster post guy who was the team’s only weapon; pass in above the defense’s head, layup, double-digit scores every game.
My coach put me in when the first-stringer couldn’t do what he was told: stand in the guy’s face, arms up, and stay between him and the ball. Do nothing else. Ignore everybody else.
I did what he said, and held the guy to single digits.
At the halftime buzzer he shoved me and yelled “Get the f*** off me!”
This is it, I thought, my big moment to prove to everyone…
“You… watch your language,” I said. Loudly.
The roars from the crowd were deafening.