Louis didn't understand it, but it was like he has his own personal coach through the entire game. He played the best he ever had, and his team was victorious. His teammates even carried him off the field after the game.
In the locker room they voted him MVP for the game. He ended up in the sauna with Dirk, Kevin and Tyler, he completely forgot about Stacy waiting under the bleachers for him. Maybe that was due to his jockstrap. Ryan was doing his best to communicate with Vinnie's oafish fraternal twin, but the best he could do was send mental snapshots. He flashed an images during the game that helped Louis make the right plays. Now he concentrated on images of teammates and the sauna. Louis really wanted to relax, and he didn't want to take his jockstrap off. That was about the best Ryan could manage and it was exhausting.
The guys are talking about how great Lou played, and he's getting hard in his pink jockstrap.
"Hey, big guy, looks like you could use some relief," said Dirk, as he drank another Foster's, and reached over and patted Louis' bulge.
"You offering?" joked Louis.
"Maybe?" Dirk answered. He started to pull down Louis' pouch.