Week Four!

"Coach?"

 "Yes, Antonio Brown?"

Brown walked into Coach K's office, a sheepish look on his face. "Coach, I just don't think I'm ready for this game. I think I'm gonna take a week off, you know? Get my head right, be ready for the rest of the week," explained Brown.

Coach K looked at him quizzically. "Like, a week off? No injury, no cramps, just... a break?"

Brown nodded vigorously. "Yes, that's it exactly! What do you think?", he asked.

Coach K nodded resignedly, "Fine, fine, whatever keeps you healthy."
"Aw man, thanks so much, Coach! You won't regret it!" Brown quickly vacated the room, leaving behind a bemused Coach K.

A few minutes later, CJ Spiller and Fred Jackson hobbled down the hallway. Spiller spoke up, "Hey coach, we're both going to play. I think. Not sure which though. Hope it isn't a problem." Jackson quickly nodded in acquiescence. "Yeah, we'll be better later, but we'll try to play this week! I think!" They quickly ran off before the now-concerned coach could voice an objection.

"Man," thought Coach K, "everyone is so flaky this week." The coach went back to drawing up a starting roster for Week Four.

While he worked, the team doctor tiptoed his way into the office. "A word, Coach?"

The coach once again looked up, irritation written all over his face. "What is it now, Doc?"

"It's Nicks, Coach. Hakeem Nicks. He's been great all week in practice, and he's shown a lot of improvement all week. But..."

"Spit it out, Doc, it's one of those days already."

"Well, I really want to give him one more week to rest. I'm ruling him out for Sunday."

Coach K stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds. "Of course you are." With a quick slice of his pen across his roster notes, Coach K looked back to his desk. He did not look up again, and the doctor took the hint and made good his escape.