“Does someone want to fill me in on why our usually unflappable goalie is daydreaming today?” A few of the guys laugh, looking back at me, but no one answers Coach’s question. “Okay,” Coach says. “I see how it is. Y’all are making me think I asked the wrong question. How about this one? Felix, what’s her name?” To this, the team breaks out in a series of cheers and catcalls, those standing closest to me reaching over and pounding me on the back.
