Coach M was intense. The football guys loved him.
“Do you believe in Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior?” His fist pounded on the passenger window like a hammer pounding nails.
My hands tightened on the wheel. “Sure,” I said, praying I’d make it out of the car.
[Yeah, so I forgot to add this to the microprose grid. But I wrote it for that, so I’m leaving the badge!]
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HA!!! Coach Jimmy M., to a T!