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Sunday, the match

Mitch's POV

Damn it, we are even with this team. I am trying my best to make as much points as I am able to, but to be honest I don't have a lucky hand today. I am pissed off on my teammates on referees and mostly on me.

It is getting from bad to worse and finally to the worst.

I am losing my patience.

I wanted to take the damn ball from the big guy in front of me. Sometimes my height sucks, but there are situations like this, when it is an advantage for me. I had the ball literally right in front of my eyes.

I grabbed it... Unfortunately, I grabbed not just the ball but also the guy's hand.

I heard the whistle. I rolled my eyes and threw the ball on the ground. "Oh fuck me!"

Another whistle. Of course! I guess I received a technical foul... Just perfect!

Whistle. Now what?! The substitution? Well... I will be happy if I can play with somebody skilled - god!

"Mitch!"

Is somebody yelling my name?

"M I T C H!"

Is that Will? I turned around and really - why is he yelling at me?

"Yeah?"

"Come on!"

Me? Is he substituting ME?!

I went to the bench totally confused.

I felt a warm big hand on my shoulder...

"Mitch? I want to show you something, come and sit next to me, please."

I guess you can't say "no" to your coach...

"Yes, coach." I said and did what he asked for.

He was holding his chart and started to write down instructions. The other team has really good center, he was unstoppable, but he has also four fouls already. Scott thoughts that if he will have to defend Mason he will receive the fifth foul and have to end in the game.

My mission was to get the damn ball to Mason.

I substituted Will and prepared for the action. Everything was perfect; I was dribbling and saw Mason in the best position right under the basket. Then I realized that my defender gave me much more space than I expected.

Your fault - I smirked for myself and shot the three point.

And missed.

Mason frowned at me.

Whistle.

Substitution?

Again?!

When I went next to Scott to sit down, he stopped me. "Mitchell - what was that?! Did you see Mason? He was in the best position; we could eliminate their best player."

"I had better position." I argued back.

"So... You saw him and decided not to pass the ball?"

"Yes, because, I was in the better position!"

"You decided not to respect me... Mitchell? I can't tolerate such behavior. You can discuss my strategy before the match or after it, but NEVER ever during. I had a plan and you decided that you will simply do, what YOU want.