I raised my hands up in defense.
“I know, I know.”
Coach cleared his throat, speaking for the first time.
"Well, I don't have a problem" he said, looking at me seriously. “As long as you remember you're a quarterback first and a boyfriend second.”
I picked up my bag from the chair and slung it over my shoulder.
"Don't worry, Coach," I said, grinning. “I’ve never dropped the ball before."
Coach studied me for a second, then shook his head slightly.
"Yeah," he muttered. "That's exactly what I'm worried about."
Rebecca sat back down at Coach’s desk.
"We'll handle the media rollout," she said, "Keep it simple, keep it clean, and for the love of God, don't say anything stupid in interviews."
"When have I ever said anything stupid?"
She gave me a look.
"Last month alone? Three times.
