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Heart Attackk!

Interesting little story. My brothers swim coach had a heart attack during swim practice. As the heart attack was happening the old man screamed out "This doesn't mean you can skip practice!"
Seriously what a hard ass. That man hated me, back when I was on the swim team during the end of the season he told me that he yelled at me in front of everyone saying he didn't want me to join his team next year because I skipped warm up (Not a smart Idea, I know) And then a year later he saw my father and screamed at him asking why I wasn't on the team anymore, and that they needed a breaststroker like myself.


Oh well, The man is fine now. So all's well except for the poor poor fellows still swimming with him.

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