"Are you sleeping with my daughter?" Not the question I wanted to hear from my coach.
But resisting her is.
Senior year was supposed to be the year to keep some distance until the season finished and my draft prospects were safe.
And now she needs my help-and a place to stay.
Marisa\'s been my best friend since third grade.
The real answer: I\'d sure as hell like to be.
The answer: No, sir.
The man holding my pro future in the palm of his hand. "Are you sleeping with my daughter?" Not the question I wanted to hear from my coach