By: Mason Mattu, Humour Editor and resident nepo baby I sit on a very warm bench, That feeling is amplified, By the pain of my team asking me for water to pass (not a balllll). The basketball coach is actually my dad, He just stares and looks at me, Says it’s very scary that I’m a Red Leaf. Oh daddddd. Dad . . . COACH! SORRY . . . you have any plans for me? ‘Cause if not I’m gonna try out for ultimate frisbee, I wanna throw a basketball and be free. Don’t ask where I throw the b-ball,…
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