Part 3!
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<p>Brother, now in a dream…</p>
<p>Opposing collegiate football coach walks up outside my office, maybe 1.5 hr. after the big game. He’s had a beer or two, one can tell as his speech is slightly affected. Coach wants to know where the strip club is. I say, no problem, let me find my notes sheet (which has a downtown map and clubs marked.) I go back inside and look briefly but cannot find it. I look back out the window and coach has stopped a couple of passersby and presumably is asking the same question - to no avail. I tell the coach it must be in my car. I proceed to open the front and begin to look. Coach, trying to be helpful, offers to help. So I say okay and he opens the back door and begins to look. After two minutes and several guesses, we can’t find the sheet. So I offer to walk coach over as it isn’t very far away. He, happy that progress is about to be made, agrees.</p>
<p>We start off and I ask coach about the game. I figure I’m about to get insight unlike the polished, edited product one sees on ESPN, etc. Coach begins to lament blown plays, missed defensive assignments, etc., but is “happy we won.” Before he went off any further I attempt to shorten things by giving an update as to how much further it was. This seemed to take a weight off coach’s shoulders. Every once in a while, a few folks recognize the coach, and one person asks him to sign an autograph and mug for a picture. But as I am walking with him, most folks assume he is busy and don’t bother.</p>
<p>We’re now at the downtown, indoor mall. I tell coach, being Saturday, it’s likely to be quite busy. But he says it’s okay to cut through “If it gets us to the club faster.” I replied it would, so in we go. A few more eyes acknowledge us and some even look a little upset for coach beating the local team. But no outward hostility for which I am glad. Coach still registers as having had a couple and I am concerned how he’d hold up under closer scrutiny.</p>
<p>Just as we’re about to exit the mall through the double doors, coach, goes after a young male who’s trying to flee after having just seen coach. Coach grabs the sweatshirt of the guy and the two are in a standoff between the double set of doors. I fear this could turn bad real fast--and there are all kinds of watching eyes now. Unbeknownst to me, the young man is one of the coach’s players, and is supposed to be under curfew (at the team hotel studying.) The player briefly resists and argues but coach muscles him back through the door into the mall and trumps whatever the player might say with “It was your family who warned me about YOU!” The player then walks off toward the team hotel. I was somewhat relieved coach had handled himself pretty well. We then exited the mall and resumed the trek to the club.</p>
<p>Coach then asks “How much further?” I say “One block up and then one over.” I’m getting the impression coach isn’t used to putting so much time and effort into something and not have it already taken care of. Anyways, while the walk is allowing him to sober up, it ain’t countering the hormones. We pass in front of a large restaurant opening to the street with the dining area plainly visible. Being late afternoon, it is largely empty save for a few tables of folks relaxing and having beers. Yet the place is brimming with activity as the evening shift of waitresses have arrived and are moving about. Being near a college, the place has several young, attractive gals, something coach has obviously noticed as his progress has slowed to a gawking stop. I come back to coach and can read his mind. “Look at the hot…” coach begins to say. I cut him off with “Yes, they’re beautiful. But you can’t interact with them the way you want to”, as I tug at his arm to get him moving again. It was just in time too, for the young waitresses had just picked up some older guy from the street was staring at them. But us moving along eliminated the concern.</p>
<p>We’re now at the corner of the final turn and then the club. I’m thinking I’m going to get this guy into the door of the club and then wash my hands of this. I have no desire to see what more beer and this guy’s hormones and pent-up stress are going to lead to. Never mind that this was just the first club and not necessarily the best on the street. We get there. Flashing lights, neon bulbs, a few posters of scantily clad women decorate the entryway. Coach smiles, thanks me, and says “Alright! Time to go spend some booster money!!!”</p>
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The cheerleaders could go work at SCs to raise money for their school.<br type="_moz" />