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    Visiting team locker rooms vary widely. The ones at Cellular Field are in pretty decent shape. I mean, it’s no Kauffman, but home field is always a special place. I sling my stuff into my locker and hit the field to stretch and warm up. It’s a big stadium and as soon as it hit the dirt, everything just feels…right.
    Today, my friends, we are going to kick the White Sox’s ass. Nothing can bring me down to day. Nothing. I don’t even notice my knee acting up during practice.
    We hit the locker room to get ready for the game and everyone is jazzed. It’s like we’re all feeling the same buzz and are ready to knock the Sox out of the park. Just like my dick last night. Oh snaps.
    Jamie slaps me on the back after we change. “I’m proud of you, brother.”
    “For what?”
    “I didn’t see you at the hotel bar once, man. You’re really do it, sticking to your guns about reforming that bad boy image you had running.”
    “I’m don’t have a bad boy image.” And just like that, guilt starts creeping back into my vision. “I just…you know…got around a lot.”
    “Right.” Jamie rolls his eyes and smacks me on the back. “I know you’re not an asshole, but you’ve got a reputation for fucking around. A lot.”
    “I just had a good time.” I shrug and look around the locker room at everyone getting psyched. The vibe is hot and tight. I love it. “But thanks, man.”
    “Hey, you’re keeping your promise to the city and the team, and that’s pretty fucking awesome. I’m proud of you.”
    “Don’t tell me you’re going to start tearing up on me.”
    “You wish.” Jamie throws a few fake punches. “Now get your game on tonight, boy.”
    We fake box and hop around the locker room, but my heart is slowly falling out of it. I managed to keep the guilt at bay all day, reveling in the pussy-soaked joy of last night and forgetting that I acting like a fucking idiot. But now it’s come crashing back.
    I try to push it out of my mind and hop around the locker room with the guys. There’s a game to win, runs to score, guys I can’t let down because my head is fucked up. It’s time to get in the zone.
    Coach comes in and everyone cheers. He gives great pep talks. Really, everything Coach does is great. I’d do almost anything for this man. Apparently, this also includes not-totally-but-almost-banging his daughter. Guilt sweeps in.
    But I’m not looking for a fling, right? I’m not throwing her out like trash like I do with the other girls (don’t look at me like that). Why does it feel like I’m sinking?
    “Tell us what’s good, Coach!” Octivio yells and everyone cheers.
    But something is wrong. Coach looks absolutely livid. He slams his fist down on a short row of lockers and crosses his arms, chest heaving.
    “What’s up, Coach?” Edwards asks. The noise in the locker room dies down to almost nothing. “What happened?”
    “That’s a damn good question.” He spits. “This ball club is supposed to be one of respect. Right?”
    “Yes, Coach.” Everyone intones.
    My stomach drops. I can’t explain why, but I think I know where this is going.
    “So one of you guys care to explain to me why my daughter came down to breakfast this morning covered in hickeys?”
    Shit . I knew it.
    Everyone looks around. Jamie cocks an eyebrow at me but I cover my face in confusion, while my heart is racing. It’s pin-drop silent in the locker room.
    “I know it was one of you boneheads. And when I find out who the hell it was, you’re off the fucking team. Kiss your contract goodbye, because this is a goddamn violation. And you’re likely going to be dead by morning. I trust you all to act like adults and adhere to the principals of this ball club, so I expect a letter of resignation in the morning from the offending asshole who dared to put his hands on my daughter.”
    Coach briefly meets my eyes, but continues scanning the room.
    Inside, I’m conflicted. Relieved he doesn’t think it’s