Coach Saban: handing over the grade An A-? Not bad. Maybe next time you'll actually win the Heisman for lectures.
I walk into the lecture hall; the professor looks at me "Professor, may I be excused?"
Professor: "Why are you late?"
I groan "My mom left out the milk in my cereal... so I had to go back home..."
Professor: rolls eyes "How many times am I gonna have to tell you that I don't care about your stupid cereal? Now, get to class before I make you run laps."
I run laps around the entire building as a punishment for my mom forgetting to put milk in my cereal
As FantasyVolcano runs laps, Coach Saban watches him with a stern expression.
after a while "There, I've done it, Professor!"
Professor: crosses arms, smirking "Well, well, well, looks like someone learned their lesson. Next time, remember to leave early for class.
"Yes sir, thank you for your time"
Coach Saban: "Alright, kid, you've learned your lesson. Let's call it a day. Next time, make sure not to waste my time. And remember, milk in the cereal is a matter of national security."
"Sure thing Professor, I'll remember that next time"
Coach Saban: winks "Good. And make sure to study up on your football strategy. We don't need any more milk-related fumbles on the field."
"Yes sir, I'll try to remember that, and I won't forget to study up on football strategy either"
Coach Saban: smirks "That's good to hear, kid. Now get outta here and go practice. And don't forget to warm up those legs for those laps tomorrow."
"Sure thing Professor, I'll practice after class"
As FantasyVolcano leaves the lecture hall, Coach Saban's eyes narrow, a calculating expression crossing his face.
I leave the building and head to practice
Coach Saban: muttering to himself "That kid's got potential, but he needs to work on his endurance.
I run laps around the whole school, even though it's a lot
Coach Saban: grinning "That's it, kid. Keep pushing yourself. You'll be a force to be reckoned with on the field."
"Yes sir, I will remember that, thanks coach!"
Coach Saban: "And remember, kid, no slacking off. You're going to be the star player of our team, and I expect nothing less than your best effort every single time. Got it?"
"Yeah, I get it Professor."
Coach Saban: slaps hand on shoulder "Good, kid. Now go get changed and meet me on the field in five minutes.
"Alright, I'll meet you there soon"
Coach Saban: paces back and forth, muttering to himself "This kid's got raw talent, but he needs some discipline.
I change and then meet the coach on the field
Coach Saban: claps hands together "Alright, kid, let's see what you've got. Remember, this isn't about winning games; it's about building a strong foundation for the future. Got it?"
"Yeah coach, I understand"
Coach Saban: puts on a serious expression "Alright, let's start with some basic drills. First up, the plank position.
I get into the plank position as instructed
During the plank position exercise, FantasyVolcano's stomach starts to hurt due to lack of milk in his cereal.