RYDER

Coach Murdock gives each of us a hard look. "No effort. No teamwork. Shit coordination. What the hell is going on here? You know as well as I do that we won that game by the skin of our teeth!"

All eyes fall on me, but I ignore them. I don't wanna fucking be at this meeting. I don't want anything to do with any of this. Lately, I've been feeling really lost. Helpless. Shameful.

I can't seem to move past the shame.

"What's going on?" he repeats. It doesn't help because nobody answers ...