Emerging from the subdued atmosphere of the initially noisy Sports Bar, Griff put his arm around Caydance's shoulders. The faces of two losing Managers: Tony La Russa, the A's and Roger Craig, the Giants were on his mind.
"Mid-morning tomorrow, after I walk you to school, I will meet the coach of the Diablo Mountain Wolves, to exchange game film. The legendary coach of the top-ranked Wolves does not seem concerned about his chances against Huygens Tech. We, on the other hand, look forward to a tough week of practice. Meanwhile, there will be a meeting in Rockridge for game film exchange."
"You and the coach of a team named The Wolves are exchanging football game film in the exclusive Rockridge neighborhood?"
"Halfway between the locations of our teams would have been the Treasure Island Naval Station in the middle of the Bay Bridge, but that was not workable. Rockridge was my idea. I plan to ply Larry with mocha lattes, French croissants, and custard cream Brioche."
On a street corner not far from where Griff's car was parked, Caydance and Griff stopped to kiss. Kissing on certain streets of San Francisco was a tradition.