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2. Watching Coach exercise in the morning when no one else was on campus yet became a mystical experience like watching this creature close-up in flight, should not be possible according to physicists, but there it is, natural as a rainbow: bee.
3. The thing each girl on the softball team possesses but can’t find without me and T: asses.
5. Those who liked being told what to do by Coach under any situation: girls. Don’t be trashy, Brooks. Find a can for that can, Smith. They loved being called by their last names, found it challenging or endearing.
6. How I used to feel in the mornings before a game: new.
7. The most primitive, universal, timeless, essential, and risky exercise: fucking.
9. The boys were jealous and studious. They studied Coach’s movement and imitated him, causing this and testosterone to explode in the air like swarms of midges: sweat.
11. An act performed during PE and lunch. A territorial marking done through motion, declaration of being, a summoning of bodies together, the most accurate test of physical intelligence: dance.
12. The number-one thing I missed after quitting softball with my sister, T, to avoid Coach—the careful washing after practice, the cold cycle to preserve the color, the hand-drying and ironing, the green stripe down the side with not a single ripple: uniform.
14. The outcome of most games when T and I played: win. The team looked impeccable, performed much the same. T had the image, I the strength.
ACROSS
1. The boys’ nickname for Coach. They mocked his hairline, low to the eyebrows, quick to point out something bearlike about his face, a dark nose set in a brown backdrop: Chewbacca.
4. Because his upper body significantly outweighed his lower limbs, Coach resembles this bird while running, chest puffed, arms tucked close to the torso like he held important files there: pigeon.
8. When talking to the counselor about Coach’s inappropriate/criminal behavior I could tell she wanted to smoke. Her eyes reminded me of these pointy tools of sinister men in white who can see a child bleed and cry and suddenly feel they’ve done a good job: needles.
10. The type of people who found Coach attractive: stupid.
13. According to T, this is most similar to sex with Coach: influenza. “It’s like being hot and sick under a huge blanket.”
15. Coach treated the girls like these animals, which are sometimes eaten or mutilated by assholes with more power than cuteness; they get drowned by sociopathic preteens or develop mange or when lucky lose an eyeball to a flock of braver-than-most seagulls in an alley, fighting over a corn chip: kitten. They are very cute, and cute can get you killed.
16. The energy that surrounded Coach could not be dismissed among the girls and boys; it got hold of you from the inside out like a drumbeat stuck in your head: sex.