At his beach house North of Santa Cruz, it was Sunday afternoon, about time for Football, but this Sunday, Griff did not want to watch the Raiders play Kansas City. Tom Flores was no longer coach; many of the men he had played with were no longer on the roster; and he had a feeling that the Raiders were going to lose. He did not want to watch the Raiders lose this Sunday.

He was aware that Head Coach of a fledgling D3 team was not an exalted position, but winning two games in a row in his first head coaching job was surprisingly satisfactory. And, he was happy to spend Sunday afternoon walking on the beach with Caydance and grilling and consuming food.

When he was Graduate Assistant Coach at Stanford he had used the weight room. Soon he would regularly use the Huygens Tech weight room, he imagined.

As he poured a bottle of craft beer from a local brewery into a tall glass, he remembered the first time he saw Caydance. She was wearing a blue cotton shirt and faded jeans, and her abundant strawberry blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. There were many empty tables when he entered that Berkeley Marina Bayside bar, but even though she was deeply immersed in a book, there was no question in his mind where he would sit.