"Ah! Bridget, come in," Connie said as Bee knocked on the office door.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Please sit down," Connie motioned to the chair, "I have no doubt that you know about Coach Kostos's family problem. With only three weeks left in the session, it seems like a mute point to replace him. That is why the staff and I have decided that you shall take his place. The camp will pay for you back the tuition you paid us to be here. You will still be able to play in the games, if you figure out how you're going to do both at the same time."

"Thank you Connie," Bee replied.

"I'll go to the practice field with you and tell the other girls," she got up from the desk, "you start coaching now."

"You all know of your coach's family emergency. The staff here has decided to allow Ms. Vreeland to coach your team for the remainder of the camp," Connie announced, "Good luck," she then added to Bridget, "Come to my office after you've grabbed a lunch, and we can discuss your role as a coach."

It was a civil war. Bee's team imploded almost the moment she took control. Eric watched helplessly on the next field over. Bee looked at him imploringly. He threw her his whistle. She blew it loudly.

"Shut up!" she yelled, "You heard Connie. They've decided this. I'm pulling rank here. You guys can fall in line or not. Its going to be a very short tournament for us if you don't. Now, run a Swedish mile. I'll take the front position."

Somehow, it all worked out. No one killed each other during that practice. After that practice it was all down hill. They were in the final two teams. She didn't know if she could beat Eric's team, but she sure wanted to. He hadn't talked to her since he told her to go see Connie. Still, his kiss lingered on her lips. She wasn't really a camper anymore, so why hadn't he approached her? She took out all her aggression on the field, but it wasn't enough. They were down two at the half. She didn't have anything to say to her team. It was sad, there was no pep talk left in her. She called for Hannah, the most strategic player, from defense.

"Hannah," she said, "For this game, I can't do both coaching and playing. I'm duty bound to coach. Can you tell me what you see?"

"We need to be catching them offsides more," she replied, "The d needs to push up, and you in particular can not be sucked back by the ball. They have players that are faster than us, but we can do this."

"Tell the team that. I can't pep talk today."

Hannah did so.

Bee couldn't stand not playing, but somehow, it happened that the score was tied at 2-2 with about two minutes left in the game. Eric's team had the ball, and were rushing down the field. His center forward shot. Cathy, the goalie, tried to grab it, but there was no use. It crashed into the corner of the net.

So they didn't win. Bee was sad, but it was only her first coaching job. She and Eric shook hands.

"You did a gutsy thing by taking yourself out Bee," Eric told her.

"I couldn't multi-task on your team. You taught them too well."