Chapter 36
Jamie
I am nailing this interview. That’s not me being cocky—it’s just the truth.
My potential boss, Bill Braddock, is about forty years old, and a good guy, too. I can tell already. We’ve just spent forty minutes nerding out about the best methods for training forwards to be more responsible defensively. When Bill talks strategy, his eyes light up.
I want this job. I really do.
“Sorry,” Bill says. “I got us off track again.”
“That’s quite all right,” I answer. “This is the crux of it, right? Teaching kids to relax so they can defend their zone effectively.”
He nods enthusiastically. “How did you learn to be so calm, anyway? I’ve seen your tape.”
“Ah.” I chuckle. “I’m the youngest of six kids. I was born into mayhem. It’s all I know.”
I’ve got Braddock laughing now. He
