Page 82 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"That's good to know." I spit out.
"Plus, it will look like I punished you for starting a fight in the locker room. Not that that son of a bitch didn't deserve it. He's too cocky for his own good." He jams on his hat. "Now, go back to the locker room and tell Pedro I want to see him."
"Yes, sir. What do you want me to do the rest of the week?"
"Study the Los Angeles defenses. And then sit down with Pedro and share everything you've learned."
"Yes. Sir." I bite out. Nobody to blame but myself for being sent to warm the bench.
"You may not think so, but I'm doing this for your own good. And the team's. Now go get that shoulder checked."
"Why?"
"Because a few minutes ago, you winced. I want to make sure you're 100% for the playoffs. Don't let me down, Mathews."
"I haven't failed you yet, Coach."
"That's right, son. And you never will. I know true blue when I see it. Now, go and that have that shoulder checked out by Doc Latimer."
