After the lunch, there was only a couple of hours remaining until the first match of the Division series. By now, everyone had gone their separate ways, except for Ken who had tracked down his father.
"Got a moment to chat?" Ken asked, giving the man a nudge.
"For you, I've got a whole 2 minutes." Chris said, winking.
The two walked to the backyard where it was quiet and took a seat at the gazebo. In winter, the thing was covered in snow, but during summer, it was the most peaceful place on the property.
Chris relaxed in his chair, placing his feet upon a chair nearby. "It's much cooler around these parts." He commented.
"Was this your idea?" Ken asked, ignoring the comment and going right into the details.
Chris turned to his son and raised an eyebrow, "Of course, who else would make such a decision?"
But Ken didn't seem convinced. "You've wanted to coach for so many years, even when you were a scout back in Japan. Why would you throw it all away after only a few years?"
