Forward
This is an OTT story. God I hope it would never happen. This is a husband's revenge story.
I want to thank BigJim48 for his help with making this story so much better. I'm not sure if I will use an editor again. Why make one man suffer when I can make thousand with my gramma. It's all about the numbers.
The Participation Trophy
Life of a doctor
Matt looked at his watch, there were less than 90 seconds left in the 8-year-old boys' soccer match, and his team was up by 12 goals. The game was for the regional's semi-finals. His team was considered an elite team by anyone's standards.
Then he heard it, "Loser, loser, loser. "From his team taunting the other boys.
"Time out ref," yelled Matt. "Come here, please."
"John," spoke Matt, "We forfeit. Please, go over and ask the other team's coach to hold their parents and the players. My team will be over in a few minutes to apologize to the parents. If I don't correct this attitude right now, this will be a pattern for the rest of their lives." The ref walked away shaking his head and called the game.
All the boys ran over to their coach in shock and asked, "What happened?" Matt ordered them to gather up their gear and go down to the other end of the field, away from his team's parents.
Matt told them, "Gather around and take off those sunglasses when I talk to you. I want to see your eyes. I never trust a man that hides his eyes."
"Billy," Matt called out, "Your little brother plays soccer. Is he any good?"
"No, Sir!"
"How would you feel if someone called him a loser?"
"I wouldn't like it, sir."
"Dale, suppose your mom, was trapped in a house that was on fire. And that boy you just taunted father was a firefighter. What if he knew she was the mother of one of the boys that taunted his son and decided he might not try very hard to save her. Would you like that?"
"No, Sir." lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Brandon, what if twenty years from now your little boy is injured and, in the hospital, and one of those little boys over there is the only doctor that can save his life, and he remembers you. He might not be inclined to do his best. You better hope he is not a loser."
"Yes, Sir"
"Dale, from now on, I am holding you responsible for the other boy's actions. Every time one of them starts something, you sit out with them."
"Why me, coach?" whined Dale.
"Because you are the team leader, and they follow you," explained Matt.
For the next ten minutes, Matt gave them advice to take with them for the rest of their lives.
"Now, I want you to gather all your gear and go apologize to each kid and his parents. You put your hand out, look them in the eye and tell them you are sorry for calling them their son a loser and it will never happen again. I want those exact words used.
You will take off your sunglasses. They should see your eyes. By the way, the end of the year team party is in three weeks."
The boys gathered up their gear and helped me carry all of it across the field.
I walked across the field towards my player's parents, thinking to myself, "Only if my damn knee, hadn't been blown out. I would have been pro in England by now and not having to deal with this crap." It's unusual for an American to make a European team. But Manchester United was going to sign me after I graduated from college.
I was a starter on the U.S World cup team. I also started on the U.S. Olympic team. I was big for a Soccer player. I was 6 foot 4 and ran a 4.4 forty. I was expecting to start next year when I arrived in England. I would have gone pro earlier, but agent mom wouldn't allow it. Yea, I know. I'm over 21, but you know moms. Mine wanted me to graduate first.
It was the last game of my college career for the NCAA Championship. I had scored four goals, and the other team couldn't stop me that day. Then someone came from my blind side, driving their foot into my knee and destroying it.
I was lying in my dorm room feeling sorry for myself. My coach arrived with a laptop to show me a video of the other team's coach ordering a player to take out my knees to stop me. The coach had a professional lip reader to verify what he said.
I sued the college for 100 million dollars plus attorney's fees. The amount of money wouldn't scratch this school's endowment funds. It was too be paid out over the next 20 years. I was also given a free, no-cost, medical education from the best Ivy League school in the country to become an orthopedic surgeon. If I had gone pro, I was looking at making more than that. The school got out cheap.
That is where I met Mary. It was love at first sight. I was studying for finals when I first saw her. I was a little older than most students and didn't like wasting my time partying and getting drunk. I saw her sitting across the way, studying for her medical finals.
She looked up and saw me staring at her. She smiled at me; I was hooked. She was tall and slender and had brown hair and blue eyes. She was 5ft-10 inches tall and basically flat-chested. She only wore sports bras. She was drop-dead gorgeous and had one feature that I absolutely loved; they were her 3/4-inchlong-nipples when erect. Of course, I didn't find out about those for over three months. When she orgasmed, they would stand at full attention. The other feature she had, was a deep bush between her legs that drove me nuts.
I walked over to her and introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Matt Lowery.
She replied with a big smile, "Mary Yates."
I said I was in the middle of finals but would like to meet her next week for coffee. She accepted my offer. After we graduated, we were married. We both worshiped the ground the other walked on.
Mary and I spent years performing our internships and were very busy, but we ignored all outside influences to keep our relationship strong. After graduation, I specialized in Orthopedics. As you might guess, I concentrated on knees. Mary went on to set her practice up for children's medicine. Life was good.
We moved into a large, gated community with other professional people of our age group. By that time
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we were approaching our late twenties, we wanted to start a family.
As I walked closer to my team's parents, I could see the dads were furious with me.
Dale Sr. jumped into my face, "What in the hell did you do? We had that team beat. It is the first year that the boys would receive legitimate trophies that they earned, not a participation trophy piece of bullshit."
"Step back from me, Dale," I snarled. Dale hadn't taken off his glasses. I couldn't tell if he was planning to take a swing or not.
For a soccer player, I was big. I stood 6"-4" tall. Now, I weighed 230lbs. I had bulked up since retiring from the game. Even at 190, I was quite the imposing player when I played. I was the enforcer for our team when necessary. But I would never have taken it as far as what someone had done to me.
The boy's fathers were a bunch of alpha, no-talent men. They thought their kids were the next Masse' or Ronaldo in soccer. None of them played college ball. Most of them weren't good enough to play in high school. After graduating high school, Dale played football for a private college. His parents paid for his education so he could play.
"Listen," speaking to all the parents, "I want these boys to grow up to be men you can respect. I explained to the boys that something that they love, can be taken away from them instantly. One little mistake, something they do wrong, or it might be out of their control. It can take away everything they have worked for all their entire lives. No matter what happens, no one can take your character or honor from you, only you can give it away. I told them real men do not pick on those that are not capable of defending themselves."
Dale and the men turned to see their wives seething in anger at them. Dale turned back, looking at me as if to say this isn't over yet. His wife Colleen was reaming him as they walked away.
Mary walked up and kissed me, "Tough loss, honey."
"Damn parents," I replied, "Why in the hell did I sign up for this? I didn't need the crap when I could be home with you." I Chucked and raised my eyebrows. Hoping for a little fun time later tonight.
"Because you love it" she smiled with her reply. She then gave me a peck on the cheek. "Down boy, wait till later."
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A year earlier in Matt's office.
"Andre," Matt spoke, as he took Andre's knee and bent it. Rubbed it and shook it, "I'll free you for the NBA Draft. I would say your back to 100%." Andre' hopped down off the exam table, thanked me, then left. I had pioneered a new surgical technique to bring formally destroyed knees back as if the injury had never occurred.
As I was leaving my office later that day, when two big blacked-out Escalades pulled up, and four large Black men surrounded me and asked, "Dr. Lowery, Mr. Green, Andre's father, would like to talk to you in his vehicle. I could see they were heavily armed. "We are asking you, not telling you, he wants to thank you for helping his son Andre'."
I climbed into the backseat of the bulletproof vehicle. I looked at him and asked, "Please remove your sunglasses. I don't trust a man when I can't see his eyes."
Al smiled and said, "Me neither. You can see a man's soul through his eyes," as he removed his sunglasses. Al is head of the biggest drug gang in the city. But he tries to help his community by protecting businesses from paying extortion, so they can make a profit to keep them on that side of town.
He also kept out the drugs that are so dangerous-one sniff, and you die. He helped fund daycare and kept the streets safe for honest folks. He was the law on that part of town. No sex slave trade allowed either.
Don't get me wrong he has no problem with killing a rival or snitch. Killing was bad for business and brought down to much heat on him.
He was a huge man; he must be between six-feet-eight inches and six-feet-nine. He posed a very intimidating figure. On each side were two beautiful women, one black and the other white.
Al spoke, "I know you do not think much of my kind but thank you for saving Andre's career. He means a lot to me and is the pride of our neighborhood. It brings the community together when we have something to be proud of." Al stuck out his massive hand in thanks. I reached over and told him he was welcome.
Al then spoke, "If you ever need a favor, I am good for it. Our people know who you are and if you ever come to my side of town, just tell anyone who you are. And for them to bring you to me. I will take care of it for you. You or your wife. No one will dare touch you.
"Do you need something now," he asked, as he pointed toward the girls with a big grin.
