They are just hating on coach 3rd choice.
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a play in one act
<a gym teacher pays $21.50 to take the train from his basement apartment in Queens to Jones Beach. on the way he pauses to take a shit and calls his mother>
Hi Mommy, it's your son, TonyD.
Oh hi baby, what's new.
Nothing much mommy, you know, living the high life. I have summer's off so I'm taking the train to Jones Beach. Can't wait to get there and sit in the sun with ten thousand other mooks. Probably I'll have a hot dog for lunch and maybe an orange soda. Then maybe I'll take a swim and piss in the ocean. Being a gym teacher I can afford to splurge on such luxuries.
That's nice honey but don't spend to much time in the sun without slathering coppertone on your pot belly and saggy tits. You know how you burn.
Stop worrying mommy. Even if I burn as a tentured gym teacher I have hella benefits .... Mommy, did I ever tell you about my internet friend foad and his erection? He -
Yes hon, you mention his erection almost daily.
But mommy, he calls Coach Anderson Coach Third Choice and today I called him coach third choice too and you should have seen his face and -
That's nice dear I'd like to meet your friend foad some day, and his erection, it sounds delicious. Why don't you invite him over for dinnner Sunday, I'm making some of that potted meat you like.
Potted meat, hmm mmm.
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