The team was bust practicing lay up shots when Coach finally arrived. He rounded the corner checking the team roster. At last he looked up and saw fifteen hairy men playing basketball. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "I must be dreaming. This can't be real." Then he recalled the pervious evening, Sam, Drake and Darren."
"Hey Coach," Nick yelled from half court, "What do you think? Are we ready to play?"
"DRAKE!!!" Coach bellowed.
Drake turned and ran towards where Coach was standing. His shaggy fur flapped in the breeze. "What can I do ya, Coach?"
"I thught I told you to get rid of that tea."
"I did, the team drank it. Don't they look great."
"They're suppose to be basketball players, not Wildmen!"
"Why can"t they be both? I've been watching them practice for the last half hour, and if I can say so, they've never played better. The hair has given them confidence and team spirit. As long as they remain hairy I'm sure they can't lose."
"But, but, but...", Coach stammered.
"No buts, Coach. You watch, You'll see."
Coach's face grew bright red. He began to caugh then choke. "Water, Quick!"
Without thinking ,Drake ran over to the side lines and retreved his thurmos. He poured the last remaining cup of tea and brought it Coach.
"Here drink this!" Drake said holding the cup to Coache's lips. Coach opened his mouth and took in the cool liquid. The coughing fit subsided.
"Thanks, Drake, I needed that...Tea?"
Drake suddenly realize what he'd done. He'd given Coach the team's tea.
If Coach didn't get hairy, the team would know the tea was a fraud.
Drake quickly excused himself and beelined for the locker room taking the thurmos and his gym bag with him
Once in the privacy of the locker room, Drake immediately rubbed the lamp.
"Let me guess" the gennie yawned," you want more hair."
"I want you to make the Coach hairy like you did to the team. I wish it now."
"So it shall be". And with a blink the genie dissappeared again.
Drake, stuffed the lamp back into his bag and quickly returned to the court with a thurmos of water.
"Coach!" Drake shouted, "Don't get mad. I think you're about to have a life altering experience." Drake handed the older man the thurmos of water. "Turns out I accedentally gave you the last of the tea. Any minute now, you're going to grow hairy like the rest of the team."
Coaches eyes grew large as saucers. Then he began to laugh. "You mean, I'm going to be hairy...like the rest of you lads?"
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?" Drake tentatively replied.
"Hell, yes! You want to know something, I've always been jealous of you young Wildmen and all your hair. At last I get to be one of you. Bring it on, bring on the hair!"
At that moment the transformation began. The tingeling started all over Coaches body.
"You might want to undress, Coach. It makes the transformation go easier."
Coach removed his coat, shirt and tie as fast as he could. Next he removed his undershirt and trousers. All the while massive amounts of hair were forming, covering his skin beneath. By the time he was fully undressed, Coach had transformed into a silver haired stud. Long gray hair covered him from head to toe. His once bald head now had waste length silver locks. His snowy beard reached to his ankles giving him a wizardly aura. Coach waas finally "one of the boys."
"Whoa, Coach, you silver fox, you. Hope you lady friend enjoys soft and fuzzy.", Drake chuckled.
Coach grinned from ear to ear." Let's play ball."