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His opinion didn’t do anything to upset me. It only motivated me to kick their ass.
“I say let’s accept their challenge. It will be fun and will forever be remembered that we beat Sasha-lee Adams’s team of wannabes.” Whatever happened to respect and sportsmanship? Was I cooped up in my own world for this long that I missed out on when the world took a sudden bad turn?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“What the hell happened out there? Have you all lost your god damn minds?” Coach Peterson scolded, sharing his disapproving thoughts with us.
“Does anyone of you have the slightest idea what is going to happen when they crush you tomorrow?” He was rubbing his head to brush back a vein that wanted to explode.
It was obvious he didn’t approve of our challenge, but I couldn’t figure out if it had to with us facing an all-boys team or the way we challenged them? Or was he afraid of what the board of sports directors is going to say?
“We know exactly what’s going to happen if we don’t take a stand.”
The girls were seriously frustrated with the fact of today where the boys were allowed to take over our turf. Not because they were winners, but because they were boys.
It was sickening how the world favors only one gender and uses the other gender to exploit them. Not seeing that we are people and have potential, but take the opportunity to talk about our arses and shapes.
Something had to be done and if we have an opportunity to take a stand to get there, so be it.
“What’s with the sudden thrill to make a stand?” Coach Peterson was stepping on toes because he was misinformed.
“Did I make a mistake recruiting each of you? Am I going to have my hands full to extinguish fires? What happened to just playing the game?”
“Do you have a daughter or a child?” Everyone looked at Hailey—almost forgetting that she was here as well.
“Have you taken a chance to learn about the history of a woman? How they have suffered through an era to be given the right to vote? To have a voice? Just to be someone without being told how to react or dress?”
“We are girls, coach,” Tammy said.
“We’ve received the hard end of life and maybe you can’t see that because you are on the right end of life.” We aren’t allowed to dress a particular way or else we’ll be called sluts. Or looking for trouble or not being decent.
“Are you girls talking about advantages and disadvantages?” Everyone nodded at his question, including our assisting coaches who were females.
“Just because we wear skirts, we get frowned upon,” Clarissa said.
“Thinking about it, the world should applaud us because we win games while wearing skirts. Do you know how uncomfortable it is when you have to think about your ass not sticking out or showing a piece of your private part because it will flood the world and internet forever?”
I concealed a smile when the girls didn’t back down.
“There’s nothing I can do about the field. It belongs to a university and they are renting it out to teams. We have to find a way to work this through or else we have to start looking for another spot.”
I heard murmurs going around between the girls and everything about today made me realize that we are not only fighting for a spot in the leagues. We are fighting for a spot in the world and at the same time fighting for our rights as women.
“Are you meaning to tell us that if we so much upset the boy’s hockey team, they will ask us to leave and never come back?” I asked getting everyone’s attention.
Coach Peterson was hesitant when he answered. “Yes,”
“Unbelievable,” Briana grumbled out of annoyance.
Now, I really wanted to beat them just to flip them off.
“From when did unfair play enter sports?” I questioned, feeling outdated.
“Since politics became a thing,” Clarissa muttered lowering her head.
“First, they recruit players not based on their performance or skill, but because their parents’ got money in their pockets. Now, we are heading back to an era where women are still fighting to be treated fairly?”
I remember how I was frowned upon when I first started to play hockey. Everyone compared me to my mother and I had to learn to pave my own path.