Coach:
Johnson fouled out!

Smith:
Yeah. Too bad.

Coach:
All our players except five have fouled out of the game! And you're one of those five! Get out there!

Smith:
But Coach, when I joined the team, I really wasn't expecting to play.

Coach:
What?

Smith:
I just wanted to be a part of the team! You know -- sit on the bench, wave the towel . . .

(Waves towel.)

. . .listen to you during timeouts, look good in the uniform . . .

Coach:
I don't believe this! It's the most important game of the year!

Smith:
I know!

Coach:
Then get out there!

Smith:
But Coach, we might lose if I go out there. Basketball is not my physical gift.

Coach:
Physical gift? What are you talking about?!

Smith:
Now, sitting on the bench, waving the towel -- those are my physical gifts.

Coach:
I don't care what your physical gifts are. Get out there!

Smith:
Now hold on one second! Who do you think you are?

Coach:
I'm your coach. Remember?

Smith:
I can't believe it. I show up to most of the practices. I show up for all the games! I keep track of the scores. I never get in anybody's way and you have the colossal nerve to tell me to play? Hey Coach, I bet you're a good basketball player. Why don't you play?

Coach:
I guess I am a pretty good basketball player. Well, fine! I think I will play.

(Coach unzips sweatshirt to reveal uniform. Runs off onto court.)

Smith:
All right Coach!

(Waves towel.)

Woo-hoo!

The End