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Joining the school sports bar has always been a top priority of mine. When I looked into which pubs were available, I knew exactly where I wished to spend my free time after school. My choice had less to do with the sport itself, and more with its leader. I didn’t realize Coach Barrett’s bar would be so firm to get into, initially. When I was waitlisted, I really thought I wouldn’t be permitted to join the club. I was crestfallen—Coach Barrett had something about him —he was male and tough— but also seemed to have a tender, caring side when he interacted with athletes. I’ve never found myself being attracted to another man but I caught my eyes durable a lil' longer on him than usual, longer than I had ever looked at any woman. I heard the other day that one of the crew members was injured and wouldn't be able to proceed with the club. Afterwards that afternoon, I got a call to join—sucks for that guy, good for me! The only problem was I would have to have fun an away game with the crew the following day. At that point I was just glad to be accepted, so I filled my socks and jockstraps and went on my way. I'll admit some of my gear was a little, shall we say, musky, but I was brief on time!