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Stu hung his head in the locker room. It had been twelve years since he last sat in front of his old locker. He was calm, relaxed. His breath was calm and easy, no hint of asthma nagging at him.
Stu knew his decision to return home to Fitzboro was finally decided. The time was right: the head coaching position for the high school baseball team was coming open, a job he had dreamed about as his first coaching job. Although he had not coached before, Stu felt his ten years in the minor leagues, assisting the coaching staff and being a team captain would be plenty of experience to land him the job.
He had kept in contact with Coach Ablen over the years, monitored the team via the Internet. While he and Coach were not exactly buddies, they had a mutual respect for each other as professionals. Two weeks ago when Coach called him to tell him he was retiring, they discussed the possibility of Stu coming home. Coach seemed receptive, but Stu also understood there were a lot of other people with coaching experience lined up for this job, too.
Now, Stu was probably the best player to cross the home plate at Frizboro High; somewhat of a living legend. However, regardless his legend status, there were several people that we not the biggest fans of Stu. A few of them have been assistant coaches with Coach Ablen and would be seeking the position as aggressively as Stu. Once they discovered his decision, his battle would take on a mountain of opposition.
Stu began to plan his campaign, lining up foot soldiers in his head. There was a lot of discussion and convincing to do, but Stu knew he still had reliable allies in the area.
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