Kurt grunted at the coach. He was 19 years old, and still a freshman. He had been held back three years in Middle School. After he got involved with wrestling, he got his academic life back on track/
"Kurt, it's league rules ever player has to wear a regulation jockstrap," said the coach holding Jeff by his waistband.
"Ah, but coach? I've had this jockstrap for years. It's my lucky strap."
"It's not regulation. Put this one on. It's your new lucky jockstrap."
Kurt sighed and stripped out of his singlet right there in the coach's office. Jeff could only stare at the tiny little league issue jockstrap that Kurt was wearing. It was yellow, stained and had rips all over the pouch. He must have gotten it when he was ten or twelve. He could see where someone had sewn some additional elastic on to the waistband. Kurt peeled it off and handed it to the coach. He took Jeff, and frowned. Then he stepped into his new jockstrap.
"How's it feel?"
"A bit looser than I am used to," Kurt complained.
"Wash it a few times in hot water and it will shrink," suggested the coach.
Kurt shrugged and put his singlet back on. He muttered under his breath, so the coach couldn't hear, but Jeff could. "It's unlucky to ever wash a jockstrap. Coach should know that."
Never wash? How long was wrestling season? A month, two, three?
(Jeff would learn that it was four and half months or longer if Kurt made it to the post season competition).