"Griffie, this is Bob." The phone call came while Caydance was in class, and Griff was in the newly fenced Huygens coach's cottage.

"Hi Bob." Bob was long ago retired, although you'd never know this because he worked out every day at Griff's place -- when Griff and Caydance were not home.

"Me and Tommy," Bob began. Tommy, who was also a neighbor, did not work out, but as did Bob, he had a key to Griff's beach house, in case he and his family ran out of chips or beer. Both Bob and Tommy had been Offensive Linemen for the Raiders long ago when Al Davis was the coach. Their houses on the beach were not far from Griff's place. Once upon a time, after Griff did a potato chip commercial, a truck full of bags of chips of all kinds had pulled up to what was then his home, a condo in the TriValley. Soon, he realized how useful it was not to have to go out to the store at midnight, and regularly he replenished the Griff McGuire snack chips storeroom.

"Me and Tommy", Bob continued, "were over at your place while our wives were out shopping with the grandkids. We were drinking beer, eating chips, and on your big screen, we were watching Art Shell and the Raiders beat the Jets. Suddenly, through a window, two men broke into your place. 'We should call 911', Tommy said to me. This would have been a good idea, but the intruders saw us, and one of them pulled out a knife."

"Are you and Tommy ok?"

"Tommy and I are ok", Bob replied, "but the two men we flattened are in police custody. We want to assure you that they will not be returning. However, me and Tommy were thirsty, and you need to stock up on Maui Lager."