It was media day at UConn. You and Paige were on the basketball court, playing around. She has all of the coach’s stuff in her hands.

“What is thisss?” you say teasingly, chuckling at her a little.

“Coach P.” She says sarcastically, but her face serious. “You’re- you’re not a coach.” you reply back, giggling now.

“I’m a coach.” She says in reply, joking again, the look on her face the same. “Lock in, lock in.”