"Playbooks? Who was the Cal coach that year?"

"Joe Kapp. It was his first year, and with a winning season, he really turned the team around."

"I don't suppose Edelira kept those playbooks."

"Faded corsages and those playbooks were the only things she had left to remember that year with Gabe. Edelira held a big part of him, and she fantasized that he would return -- if only to retrieve those playbooks. It was the year that Cal beat Stanford with The Play, and among those sweat-drenched booklets was the playbook for the 1982 Big Game. But now she does not have them."

Griff sighed. Caydance put her hand on his thigh; he remembered that where they were going was the place where only a few months ago they had spent their honeymoon.

"Edelira doesn't have those playbooks", Caydance said. "I have them. When she moved back to Miami, I kept a few boxes for her in my studio. I've been meaning to ask her if it is ok to throw them away -- now that she is married to JuanJose."

"You have the defense playbooks for the entire season that Lozano played Right Tackle?" Griff smiled at this wife. "From what I've heard, Lozano's offense isn't nearly as good as ours, but we will be facing a tough defense. Call Edelira and tell her that the Gods of football wars have spoken, and your husband's team will leave Lodi in the dust of The Bull's defeat."

They had turned off the side road that led to their destination. "I don't think Lozano has played since he left Cal. I know what Al Davis would do in this situation," Griff said to Caydance. "All I will do is read those playbooks in your studio. Might take a while."

The sun was setting in the mountains as they parked and unpacked. They had been to this cabin before, and they knew where to find the kitchen table. Together they unfolded a blue and white checked tablecloth and set out glasses for an after swim honeymoon replay celebration.