Bobby Sparks looked at the two letters on his desk. He didn't need to fire the two men. They had tendered their resignations. He looked over the roster of the new team assembled. They would have to get rid of some of.the dead weight, as their budget was bloated. And then some young talent would have to be added.
"Looks like we lost the relegation series. And now we will be relegated again to a D4 league," said Bobby Sparks to the owner. "It's okay Bobby. We did good this time around. And this was a very good but competitive league. We just lost with a couple of bad moves, bad decisions, and bad luck. But, with this happening, I will be leaving the team in your hands. I no longer want to own a team. I'm going to retire Bobby. This is your team. I've already signed the paperwork with the league. I will keep a minor stake in the team, but the team is yours. Do with it, what you will."
"No way, thank you, I just, I'm speechless," said Bobby. "And demoted. But be better, win D4, and come back with vengeance."
"Yes sir, but, one thing. All these years I've never known your name. What's your name?"
"Alexander Hamilton...." Bobby's eyes got wide. "Just kidding. It's Sam. Just Sam. Do your best with the team. And don't throw away your shot...."