"My Father will be staying in California only for Saturday's game with the Wolves", Peggy Adams said to Griff. They had left the Cafeteria and were walking to the team office. "I've learned a lot from my Dad about coaching the Offensive Line, but now I want to stand on my own merits. Professor Palacio-Earle is the head Offensive Line Coach, but he is also a busy school President."

"Your Dad's presence has been very helpful for the team, but your own merits are clear from your lunchtime summary of Offensive Line practice issues. If you want to become a coach yourself, it is time to take full advantage of this opportunity."

"After we play the Wolves, Dad and Mom are going to Bermuda. Together. They never go anywhere together, but something happened at the Sacramento Valley game. I don't know what it was." Griff smiled to himself. The Stadium cops had told him what happened at the food court. He wanted to know more about Abigail and AKA Harvey. He was hoping that Peggy would keep talking.

studio icon "They met when she was at Radcliffe, and he was at Boston College," she said. "They had to get married because of me. The NFL draft was on the horizon, and they kept it secret. For 19 years, they have kept their marriage secret."

"That is one hell of a story!" Griff wasn't sure he would have been NFL draft material if he had been married to Abigail Adams. The private lives of perspective players were always on the table. For some coaches, Abigail Adams might have been worse than drug abuse. "Maybe your Dad could have played for Madden, but for some teams, evaluation of players' private lives never stops."

"Dad wanted to stay on the East Coast so that he could see me and Mom. The story is that when scouts asked about his relationships, he opened his wallet and showed them a picture of Mom in a bikini. No one asked him what she did. Later, Dad had a picture of Mom in a bikini taped to his locker. No one ever asked what she did. "