In the stands in the last two minutes of Griff's first game as Head Coach, Caydance was concentrating on the action on the field. No matter how many game films she had seen lying on the coach with Griff, no matter how many football games she had seen from childhood in Princeton, to the years when Griff was Graduate Assistant Coach at Stanford, it sometimes seemed that she was watching a group of attractive muscular men on a field, where as if by magic, a ball emerged here or there. Now it wasn't just a pleasant afternoon in the stands. Griff's career hinged on what occurred on the field; there was no announcer to clarify the activity. She looked a few seats away, where the man in the Groucho mask was sitting. He stood up, walked over, sat down beside her. "I'm the student coach's Dad," he said. "I'm grateful to your husband for giving Peggy this opportunity."

On the field, the Center snapped the ball to River. "The strategy is probably to keep the ball under control, avoid interception situations, advance slowly down field, eat up enough time so that the Rangers will not get the ball, get far enough down field for O'Arragan to kick. The Rangers should by now know how good O'Arragan is, but probably, they do not", Peggy's Father remarked. Caydance was familiar with Griff's playbook, but company in this stressful situation was comforting, and once in a while mansplaining by a man in a Groucho mask was welcome.