I loved it.
Obviously, Sam and I got married. Sam wore a tux, a dove gray vest that looked hot on him, no tie or shoes and the hems of his trousers folded up over his ankles. He looked beautiful. I wore a Massimo wedding gown that way beat the shit out of the gown I wore to marry Cooter. I also was barefoot. I knew I looked fantastic mainly because Sam told me so repeatedly that day as well as after that day, in fact, he reminisced about “how fuckin’ gorgeous” I looked while studying our framed wedding picture just yesterday. We tied the knot on the anniversary of the day we met and had breakfast. We did it on the beach in front of Sam’s house. We did it with only close family and friends in attendance. And we managed to do it without the media catching on.
After it was over, Sam’s agent released a photo of us to the paper. Then Sam released his agent. He didn’t need him anymore. Sam had made his decision. He no longer had a public life. No more guest appearances on sports shows. No more anything. He had other things to occupy his time.
And he was loving it.
And because my husband was loving it, I loved it more.
Even before Sam and I got back from England, as ever, when Sam made a decision, Sam didn’t mess around. He called the president of the School Board in Kingston and told him he was interested in coaching the Wildcats. As I guessed, they were all over it. When Sam and I got back, Sam dove in. The old head coach stayed involved for half the season and then (gratefully, seriously, Sam was not wrong, he was all about fishing) bowed out.
This caused a furor not only in Kingston but nationwide. America adored the idea of Sampson Cooper moving from being a national hero to being a high school football coach. They thought it was awesome. They thought it was cool. They thought it showed exactly the kind of man he was, no network television, no big man stunts, it wasn’t about keeping his celebrity; it was about doing whatever the hell he wanted to do. It was pure Sam.
They were right.
However, this meant there was intense scrutiny on the Wildcats once they entered the season.
They lost their first four games, the first two of these they lost soundly and Sam and the boys took those hits very publicly, very widely and, surprisingly, viciously.
I was terrified. The sniggering tone of the commentary was not at all to my liking, as it wouldn’t be. I worried for Sam and I also worried about his boys who were not used to that kind of attention.
Sam didn’t react at all. He was focused. And he managed to keep his boys focused.
After that, they didn’t lose a single game. Not one. And in the end, they kicked ass.
It. Was. Awesome!
Unfortunately the early losses meant they didn’t see post-season play.
I had a feeling they would this year.
Incidentally, watching Sam coach and his boys play, I learned to love football.
But only the high school kind.
At the end of the football season, the School Board approached Sam with the offer to be the school’s Athletic Director. The old coach held that position too and they had yet to fill it.
Sam took it. It meant more time, more money (not that that mattered) and it was something he enjoyed.
Therefore, we were at the school all the time.
Yes, we.
Sam did his gig alone with his boys at practice but I came to all of his games. I also went with Sam to all the other sporting events at the school. Girls volleyball, track, girls and boys basketball, baseball, softball, wrestling. We even went to away games, matches and meets. Sam was serious about the job, was hands on and he paid attention.
I’d never been into sports but high school athletics was something else. It was about heart. It was about team and school spirit. It was totally amazing.
So I became queen of Kingston athletics to Sam’s king. In other words, the Booster Club approached me to become their chair, I took it on and I was all about bake sales, setting up carnivals and planning all-you-can eat spaghetti dinners. The kids needed equipment, decent uniforms, stuff like that, and there was never enough money. So a bunch of parents and I went about raising money.
I found I had a knack for it but not only that; it was all kinds of fun.
This wasn’t to say I didn’t investigate the idea of opening a shop in Kingston. I looked into this. I even went out to California for a week with Luci and hung with Maris at her ultra-awesome shop in Malibu.
And I didn’t like it much.
It just was not for me.
Luci loved it.