In 7th grade we had a basketball coach that was only 19 years old. After a less then stellar practice we made the poor decision to lock the young coach out of the building. While Coach searched in the snow for a way back in we all congregated in the locker room. As we were packing up our things a fist came crashing through the window accompanied with a message to the effect of “OPEN THE F!!!ING DOOR”. One of the braver souls on the team made his way to the door to open it. When Coach entered the door I remember the team moving in unison like a scared herd to the back of the locker room then bolting to the front as Coach made his way to the back to examine the carnage. Fortunate for all involved Coach was dating the AD’s daughter, because we ended up winning the league the following year.