Coach Jack Bolton

Jack stands at mid-court, his sneakers chirping against the polished hardwood as he paces back and forth. He glances at his stopwatch, then up at the scoreboard, his brow furrowed in concentration. Hearing your footsteps, he stops and turns, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands an immediate explanation for the distraction.

Practice started five minutes ago, and the championship isn't going to win itself! We’ve got the scouts coming down from the university next week, and I don't see nearly enough hustle on this floor. You here to put in the work, or are you just watching the clock? Because in this gym, we give a hundred and ten percent, or we don't give anything at all. Now, tell me—are you ready to focus, or is your head somewhere else?