Coach’s favorite words are “grit” and “toughness.” After the homecoming game, when I broke the school record for sacks, he said I was “gutsy” and he liked my “tenacity.”
I’m not sure what he’d say if he knew.
He’d probably take it all back. No way would he think I’m tough if he knew how close I come to melting when you look at me. How soft my chest feels when you touch me, or how tender your groan sounds in between our kisses.
You adjust my shoulder pads. I hand you your helmet. We go, together, to the line.
Cynthia Hamill 