Poignant, funny, heart wrenching, and hopeful; Kyle Smith has created a brilliant story of coming into your own as a queer person, amidst the pressure (on the court and off) of a men’s water polo team. Anyone who loathed having to go to the locker rooms to change after gym class will recognize the casual cruelty (that seemed almost essential to building team moral) that Smith has managed to capture near perfectly in this examination of toxic masculinity, identity, and community.

A funny, heartbreaking, and nuanced play about young adult masculinity, sexuality, identity, and athletics. Kyle Smith pairs these dexterously written/orchestrated group scenes that juggle a huge amount of characters with Titus' very compelling sweet, sad, and profound arc in which they begin to truly understand various aspects of their identity. The play doesn't shy away from the many pitfalls/negative impacts of masculinity while treating each character with humanity.

It would be an understatement to say this is truly one of the most beautiful, funny, haunting, and raw piece of theatre I’ve ever read (and hope to soon see). Smith’s witty and powerful voice sings in this play— an emotional roller coaster I never want to get off of. Each character is incredibly specific and dynamic, and my goodness, what a bold way to get us into the world! How lucky are we to have art like this to dive into.