Starters. Subs. Positions. Will they be able to run the offense?

I finish up my make-up and pull my hair up into a bun and the only thing I can think is “am I sure I really want to do this?”

I remember her words: “Write down what it is you want and what you don’t want. I watched you manifest your way all the way to California. You can create what you want.”

I could geek out more over the space, but I’m trying to stay professional.

This makes me miss wine things.

“I left more excited than I was when I arrived.”

Tacos and flautas and a lime Jarrito in the park. The vines behind the fence are a bright yellow. There are still enough leaves on the trees to dapple the sunlight. I can feel a cool breeze coming through my sweater.

“Do you need anything?” “I need to not throw up.”

There is only so much we can do now.

Once the game starts the nerves go away. Time is going so quickly. “You have time-outs,” he says to me from behind the bench. I laugh. I completely forgot about those. It’s okay. First game.

I think they expect me to be upset with the loss. But I am quite happy. “I don’t think the score reflected their efforts and they are proud of themselves. And that’s the most important thing.”

I need a ferm board.