There was something memorable about sitting together on a Fisherman's Wharf-situated bench, eating sweet breakfast crepes. Powdered sugar, apricot preserves. Cappuccino. The brightly trimmed white fishing boats, the thicket of masts. Salt air, an early morning muted hum of tourist voices, purposeful morning activity on the decks of docked fishing boats, the view to the Bay. Alcatraz Island. Angel Island. And across the Bay to the Marin Coast. Returning to the intimacy of Caydance's studio. Making love.

But this morning, except for the pleasure of sunrise love making, because Huygens' first away game was only a few days away, walking to Fisherman’s Wharf was only a week-before-the-wedding memory. It was, however, becoming apparent that their decision -- to spend two or three nights apart every week, so that nothing would be different once they were married -- was ridiculous

The Division3 limits on the amount of time he could spend with his players were not as easy to transcend. Griff parked in front of the Huygens Tech coach's cottage, headed to the film room. Coach contact regulations did not extend to watching film by himself; this morning he was going to rewatch the Humboldt game. His mind was also on catching drills. As a former Wide Reviewer, he was familiar with the catching drills of many coaches. But which drills had been effective?