Coach Sinclair snorted when he saw the towel boy's name on the baseball tryouts sign-up sheet. Technically, the towel boy was eligible, he hadn't had enough credits to graduate last year, so he got the job as towel boy while he finished up his remaining coursework. The first semester he completed the three one semester classes, and now his final semester was independent study science of physical education class taught by Coach Sanchez. Yeah, thought Sinclair, Sanchez put Ty up to trying out for the team.
Sinclair, watched as Rick struck out. He sighed. He lamented Speedofying Chad, but when Chad gave into being just a cum eating Speedo, well Chad would never be a man again. Oh, great Ty was up. This shouldn't take long.
Coach Sinclair tended to have tunnel vision. Appraising a potential player was different than his day to day observational skills. He blinked. Ty had grown several inches since September. He looked like he put on some muscles too. He might not be half bad, thought Sinclair. Ty was a late bloomer.
Damn, at the end of tryouts, Sinclair was shocked to see that Ty had the best stats - as good as Chad's had been. Maybe better. Sinclair licked his lips. They had a shot at a baseball title after all. Ty would replace Chad on the baseball team roster, and quite possibly replace the Coach's Speedo too.