It's funny how we fumble through words trying to tackle the way you, or I, may play. I know your game, so I saw you got on the defensive, or is it offensive? I charged forwards with my words gaining round and your mind racing as your eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes as you tried to anticipate what lies I could call, and what plays you could make. Intercept my words? Yeah right, get out. This isn't a game, no matter how much you try to shout. There are no fans here, no cheerleaders, or refs. We're both coach and team, and call all the plays, losing control over concealed rage .

I couldn't tell with you, keeping close your play(books). We want to win, there's no losing or ties. A tie, is a loss, and I don't compromise. I'm all in or all out, and I know you are too. Or that's what you say, when I call your bullshit too.