Blue Balls, Golden Boy
Wells had a theory.
A real athlete did not specialize too early.
A real athlete developed range.
A real athlete learned how to handle every kind of ball placed in front of him.
That was why, when the theme turned blue, Wells decided one sport was not enough. Baseball first: tight blue gear, bat over one shoulder, smirk already loaded like he was waiting for the perfect pitch. Then soccer: blue kit stretched over muscle, one foot planted on the ball, hips angled just enough to make the entire field lose focus. Football came next, all pads, pressure, and that dangerous look that said he knew exactly how to receive, carry, and protect possession. By rugby, shirt tight, thighs flexed, ball tucked firm against his side, it became obvious Wells was not demonstrating versatility.
He was showing off.
And unfortunately, he was very good at it.
Baseball taught him timing. Soccer taught him footwork. Football taught him impact. Rugby taught him stamina, grip, and how to keep driving forward even when several men were trying to take him down.
Wells claimed it was “cross-training.”
Nobody believed him.
Coach stood with arms folded, whistle still, eyes narrowed in professional silence. The Golden Bros watched like they were reviewing athletic technique and absolutely nothing else. The drones recorded posture, performance, ball control, and repeated visual evidence of Wells making every blue uniform look personally dangerous.
By the end, Wells had handled balls with his hands, feet, chest, thighs, and full-body commitment.
He had dribbled, kicked, caught, carried, passed, protected, and posed.
Then he looked over at Coach, grinned, and gave the rugby ball one final slow spin in his hands.
“See?” Wells said. “I can handle all kinds.”
Coach did not answer.
The bros did not blink.
The drones reported several system delays.
And Wells, standing there in blue, smug and shining under the lights, had somehow managed to leave Coach, the Golden Bros, and half the Polo Drone Hive with the worst case of blue balls in Golden Army history.
Every game has rules. Every brother learns control. And every ball in play becomes another chance to prove stamina, skill, and swagger under pressure. Step onto the field, handle what comes your way, and let the Gold turn every tease into discipline. Join the Golden Army. Contact: @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125
