“And you think she didn’t? She’s a female athlete who’s probably had to put up with that shit her entire playing career. The guy who’s supposed to be her new captain treats her the same way, and there wasn’t a lick of respect. I’d be pissed too,” he says. “She could’ve told me who she was,” I argue. “You could’ve watched the tapes instead of spending time with what’s-her-name last night,” he throws back. I hang my head because he’s right.
Hudson my man
