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This all happened because you couldn’t watch your clever mouth. As an experienced improv performer with the hottest troupe on campus, you thought you were hot shit, and that your wit would make you a Youtube star or get you on SNL. During shows you’d choose members of the audience to do interactions with, often ribbing them for whatever thing you noticed at the moment. Whenever you spotted them, you’d always single out the football players in the audience, with all the usual quips about dumb jocks being slow and no good at anything but working out and playing ball.

That was until the night you broke the last straw, and got ambushed by the team’s defensive line as you left the venue. They threw you in the trunk of their car, and dragged you into their coach’s house. It was there that Coach had a long chat with you, and made you see the light. (And you swear there were literal lights, though you can’t ever explain or find the words to describe those glowing orbs that pierced your very being.)

Though you don’t remember exactly what Coach said to you, he helped you realize that your beginner improv classes were simply a waste of time and money, and that there’s no point in continuing to embarrass yourself with your slow drawl and simple, painfully literal responses to any prompt. You had the wit of a rock, but that was OK, because you had the speed for a promising defensive end. And if you gave yourself over to Coach—body, mind, and soul—you could bring excitement to tens of thousands of audience members in the football stadium. As a football player, it won’t matter how dumb you sound: you’ll let your body do the talking. As for words, you’ll only ever need to repeat team chants, say “Yes Coach” or “No Coach,” or count out reps in the weight room. And it was that night you agreed to become nothing more than Coach’s walk-on defensive end: Player 72.

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