On My Word

During last week's soccer practice I told the team that I help coach that whichever side won our first intra-team scrimmage would get to choose the color of my cleats for this week's practice and because the team is made up of eight and nine-year-old girls I was entirely not shocked when the victors chose pink. So, whilst riding shotgun in Bevan's car on our way to George Christopher Playground in San Francisco's Diamond Heights neighborhood this afternoon, I pulled my black soccer cleats and a roll of bright pink duct tape out of my gym bag and made good on my word.