I just stared into her eyes. Hidden by thick lenses made glasses with wired frames. I stare at the feet coming out the side of her eyes created by the tears, stress, and smiles that comes with coaching a team. I could never really understand Coach Hill, how she did what she did or why. Each year she would believe in us and take her time to try to make us better even though each year a majority of the girls would try to get her fired. She never stopped and told us how unappreciative we were. She just kept doing what she did, making plays, watching videos, attending coaching camps, and buying gifts for snobby high school girls who thought they deserved better than her. When the team heard she was leaving most expressed wide full grins or tears of joy but I just stood frozen in shock. One tear filled my eye but did not fall. Coach Hill wouldn't have wanted me to cry; she would have told me something about maturing and growing and how things in life happen for a reason and not to be selfish because this is best for