She hesitates, then flashes aquickgrin."I went to a small liberal arts school outside Columbus. It was barely DIII. I played for a couple of years, but had to give it up."
I couldn't imagine giving up my career. Even in the face of my parents' disapproval, I've stuck with it. It's my one form of rebellion."Well, you're a greatcoach. Too bad you couldn't keepplaying."
She swipes through her phone and turns it around so I can see the photo on her screen. It's a little girl, maybe seven or eight, smiling wide enough toshowher two missing front teeth."Some things mean more than thegame."
"She's adorable. What's her name?"
"Shea."She looks at the photo once more before switching off the screen andputtingit back in her pocket."You know, you're looking good out there, too. Keep up the good work."
She pats me on the shoulder and says her goodbyes to the room. I check mywatch. It's three-thirty. I shoot a text toCharlieas I head out of the building.
Me
We're released. What time did you want tomeetup?
His reply comes a few seconds later.
Charlie
I'm off at five.Pickyou up around six?
Me
I canmeetyou somewhere. Save you the crosstown trip.
Charlie
Absolutely not. A gentleman picks up his date.
Me
I thought you didn'tdate.
Charlie
I'm still a gentleman. Text me your address.
Me
What should I wear?
Charlie
Whatever you're most comfortable in.
Me
My pajamas?
Charlie
Depends. Are we talking sleepshirt or shirt and pants?
Me
Tanktopand tiny shorts.
Charlie
