"Our second touchdown began with a perfect march down the field with short laterals and precise runs. Gerry's relatives in Corvallis had made a three hour trip to see the game. Every run Gerry made, his Aunt and Uncle and their family stood up and cheered. On this drive, consistently, River passed the ball to Gerry."

Griff poured himself another mimosa. It had been a long day; he was tired, but the game was still on his mind. "On the previous drive, when we got to the red zone, " he said to Caydance, "due to Dodge and his deputies, we didn't score. B2 took a heavy hit; went off the field limping, but he was pretty well taped up; it was only temporary.

This time, to avoid The Marshall in the red zone, about when we were on their 30th, with the heaviest coverage on DeJuan, River threw a long vertical to The Baron. He caught it in the end zone. When we went into the locker room at halftime, it was 16-7. Their one touchdown was Running Back JoshJeff Brown's crowd-pleasing left-us-in-the-dust 40-yard run.

The mimosa pitcher was empty. "I love being in the enclosed space of your studio and looking at the window at the boats sailing the Bay at midnight," Griff said to Caydance. She was, he noticed, wearing that long soft light blue shirt with nothing underneath. Tomorrow morning they would sleep-in, then drive to the beach house, have lunch on the wharf. Spend the rest of Sunday together. Due to the away game, Monday was a day off. No coaches meeting. No getting up early on Monday. He stood up, helped Caydance clear the table. In Caydance's studio, it wasn't much more than five to seven steps to the many-pillowed bed.