Chad managed to remain mute, while being coach's Speedo. He grew accustom to Sinclair's ripe scent, and use of heavy body spray scents to mask it. To his horror, Chad grew to look forward to Coach Sinclair's jock off sessions.
Coach Sanchez said to Sinclair, "Hey, Coach," the head coach insisted on formality from his subordinates and players alike, "I'm reviewing our baseball roster, and we seem to be a player short. A few weeks ago, when we went over the stats, we had a higher average RBI, and higher strikeout percentage. It's like we lost a home run hitter, and a great pitcher, but I don't see any missing names."
"Let me see that!"
He handed Sinclair the clipboard with the roster.
"Anyway, I kind of made a bet with Coach McGurk from Crosstown High based on those stats. He took the bet, and told me to recheck our stats. I really thought we could win the baseball title along with the football championship."
"How'd McGuirk know our stats?"
"The league team rosters were posted last week with their stats."
"We can amend our baseball rosters, right?"
"Until next week."
"You got someone in mind?"
Sinclair adjusted the Speedo under his coach's shorts, and said, "Maybe?"