It was the first time that Griff had entered Greens restaurant, and he was wary. Maybe Joe Montana had been to Greens, but no Raiders he knew had ever walked into this inspired by the Tassajara Zen Mountain Center kitchen and gardens, employer of Zen students, vegetarian restaurant. Caydance had suggested the grilled eggplant sandwich with tomatoes, roasted onions, arugula, fresh mozzarella, and Romesco sauce on herb focaccia.

At a table directly beneath the floor to ceiling windows that surrounded the interior of this once-upon-a-time warehouse, the man Griff was meeting was recognizable by the classy Redwood Forest College t-shirt that he wore beneath a Harris Tweed jacket. Their table looked out to docked sailboats. In the distance, the Golden Gate Bridge dominated the view. If Griff had been familiar with San Francisco aristocracy, he would have recognized Coach Alistair's last name. "This is my first year coaching football", Alistair informed him.

"Where did you play?", Griff asked. Politely.

"Actually, I have never played Football, but I play tennis very well. My roommate at Harvard played Cornerback before he flunked out, and we have kept in touch."

"Your Quarterback has some pretty good stats," Griff responded. Diplomatically.

"Yes! He was refused football consideration at all of the Big Ten Conference schools and at the only Pac10 schools he approached. His Father knows my Father; in a Marina bar, one thing led to another. A splendid quarterback would come to Redwood Forest if we started a D3 team. My Dad is a big donor to the college. And the rest is history."

Griff smiled, looked at the menu. "The goat cheese, butternut squash, walnuts, and caramelized onion pizza is superb," Alistair informed him.

"I'll have the eggplant sandwich with tomatoes, roasted onions, arugula, fresh mozzarella, and Romesco sauce on herb focaccia; French fries; and a beer," Griff replied. "How's your Defense shaping up?"