Ready to Run

For those of you that didn't get the privaledge of knowing me in high school, there's no other way to put it. I was a smart ass. I remember literally introducing myself to our new soccer coach in 11th grade as "your best player on the team." I pretty much did my own thing at practices and told my teammates what to do instead of letting the coach do it. My spring soccer team had their first practice last night and I think I've met my match in a 9 year-old girl. The whole team is actually going to be a handful, but I like that.

Me: "Ok everybody on the line. If you don't listen, you have to run."
Reagan: "Oh I see how it's gonna be."

Me: "Your homework is to think of a cool team name and we'll talk about it next week. Our colors are blue and white."
Reagan: "The Yankees!"