Moons Over My Hammy: Coach’s Version
The next morning, Wells and Alton shuffled into Coach Stone’s kitchen a little slower than usual.
Wells tried to play it cool.
Alton tried to sit down.
Neither attempt was convincing.
Coach stood at the stove in a black tank, smirking as he flipped eggs, ham, and toast onto three plates with the calm confidence of a man who knew exactly why his guests were standing instead of sitting.
“Breakfast,” Coach said. “My version of Denny’s.”
Wells raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
Coach turned, holding up the plate.
“Moons Over My Hammy.”
Alton groaned. Wells laughed so hard he had to brace himself against the counter, then immediately regretted the movement.
Coach just grinned.
“Careful, boys. After last night’s lesson, I know both of you are still a little tender about breakfast seating arrangements.”
Alton muttered something under his breath.
Coach pointed the spatula at him.
“Run your mouth again, Bro, and I might be making you both pancakes, tomorrow.”
Wells took his plate, still smiling.
Some mornings came with coffee. Some came with consequences.
This one came with eggs, ham, and two Bros who learned that Coach Stone always serves breakfast with a side of reminder.
Some Bros learn at the gym. Some learn at breakfast. The smart ones learn when Coach is holding the spatula. Step up, take the lesson, and join the Golden Army. Contact: @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125
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