Knee Socks and Booty Shorts Don't Mix

Author's Note

Hello there fellow Voltron lovers! I wanted to kinda intervene some before this fic got too big. Both Keith and myself do not claim to know everything about, well, everything. We will make mistakes and we will get things wrong.

To be entirely honest, neither of us have ever played basketball, we don't even watch it. We know essentially nothing about it. The idea for this fic came to us on a whim during summer gym, and we started writing it without any forethought.

We should have chosen a sport which we knew how to play or do, like volleyball, track, or swimming. But no. We chose basketball. We chose to torture ourselves. Now we can't take it back. It's too late. We can't just start over.

We truly love this fic and we care about all those reading it, and so we are trying our hardest to learn all we can about basketball. We can not learn everything without firsthand experience, though, and so we ask you to excuse any mistakes we make while writing this.

Now, when I say excuse, I don't really mean excuse. We ask for constructive criticism. We'd like to know what we did wrong to improve ourselves and our writing for the benefit of you guys.

When we do something wrong, I must ask for whoever points it out to be polite in their explanation. Even so, I realize that this may not help much, and people will probably still be rude. I just hope you aren't blatantly disrespectful when correcting us.

With that being said, please, feel free to correct us, God knows we need it. And this goes for any other stories of ours, and not just if we make a mistake. Tell us about anything you don't like about our writing so that we can improve.

Thank you for sticking with this and reading this! All of your support really helps motivate us!