Written by C Hues
December 1, 2023
Am I really a head coach? My players trip me, accidentally, into the dirt— As my head is shoveled further in shame, I feel more like a roach. My face is covered with mud and hurt. When the smoke clears, I hear my name. I never cheat, I never poach. Yet here I’m eating just dessert… At least we won the game! And victory couldn’t come sooner.