Ari was no longer the graceful, energetic force that had led his team, the Llamas, to victory after victory. In fact, at the age of 40, he could no longer keep up with the younger players on the field.
“It’s painful to tell you this,” his coach told him at last, “but you’re no longer an asset on the field.”
Ari hung his head and heaved a great sigh. “I know. You’re right. Time to retire the jersey.”
“But listen,” his coach said. “I know of a great women’s team in Gold Valley that could use another coach. The job pays well, and it’s yours, if you’re interested.”
“Gold Valley?” Ari’s head spun. Gold Valley was a three hour’s drive away from Apple Springs! The job sounded terrific, but was it worth uprooting his family?
Marisol was very supportive. “As long as you are doing something that makes you happy, then we will all adjust,” she assured him. And so, the family packed up their belongings and made the move to the city of Gold Valley. They rented a large apartment in a high-rise building with sweeping views from the balcony.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” said Marisol, who had grown up in a modern high-rise building and immediately felt at home.
“But there’s no backyard!” said John Tyler, frowning. “Where are Fred and I supposed to play?” So Ari took him out to explore the neighborhood. And to John Tyler’s delight, there was a city park only a block away from their new home.
John Tyler began to attend a local private school, and Ari began his new job, as a coach for the Gold Valley Golden Nuggets. At times, he missed being a superstar, scoring goals out on the field. But he soon learned that he rather liked telling women what to do.