What would I tell my wife if I was actually pink-slipped and my teaching career was over?
He said if I behaved for the remainder of the year, he’d remove it.
I considered him a reasonable guy and someone I could trust.
It was heavily varnished, with beautiful spindles and a sculpted seat, making it kind of comfortable.
But the experience was reminiscent of when I was school-aged and in some sort of trouble.
He immediately let me off the hook,“You’re not here to be fired.
Everyone is very happy with your performance as a plumbing instructor.
“That was a big relief.
He andAlejandro’sfamily attended every single game, home and away.
More than anyone else, they knew what was going on with the team and the head coach.
Tell me, what happened?”
“Two days ago, I resigned my position as Assistant Coach and hitting instructor.
I gave each kid a copy of a letter explaining my decision.
“I want to be clear,“I said.
“I didn’t come to you to complain or rat anyone out.
You approached me as my boss and asked me to come in, right?”
“I came to you.
You didn’t come to me.”
“Okay, then,” I said, agreeing to tell him exactly what happened.
It was the perfect opportunity to come clean and vent a season full of frustration.
I told him how Coach handled cuttingMikeand then how he disrespectedAlejandroand wanted to throw him off the team.
After he exhaled, he looked at me and sadly admitted,“What am I gonna do?
He won two Super Bowls.
How can I fire him?”
It wasn’t a question.
He was just explaining his awkward position.
I nodded my head, agreeing that he had a dilemma that wasn’t easily solved.
They only had to win two of the remaining five games to qualify for the tournament.
They worked hard all season long, and they deserved it.
It was time toTurn the Page…
*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
