"3rd and long, Griffie", said the gentleman who stood beside the groom. "Here are some immortal words about marriage." He whispered the colorful name of a red zone play in Griff's ear.
The bride was standing beside her Father on the staircase outside the chapel door when a semi-battered but recently polished black limousine pulled into the parking lot. From its doors emerged a surprising number of large men in various states of dress and sobriety. As JuanJose's band played a Cuban drum fanfare to Mendelssohn's Wedding March; the men ran gloriously into the chapel.
"3rd and long, Griffie", said the gentleman who stood beside the groom. "Here are some immortal words about marriage." He whispered the colorful name of a red zone play in Griff's ear.
In a white A-line wedding dress of organza and lace, plunging neckline, bared arms, cinched at the waist, flared to the floor, Caydance walked down the aisle.