Manny gave a heart-felt but thankfully short “you should give yourselves a lot of credit” speech, we had a beer, we rah-hahed with the team, and we were out of The Trap in an hour, off to Manny’s dad’s place to listen to whatever he had to say.
Both Manny and I were exhausted and a little drunk after alcohol had been added to the ups and downs of the week.
Manny’s dad lived in the house where Manny had grown up. I remembered walking or riding my bike by it when I was in school, always with the hope I’d get to see Manny and he’d ask me to stop and talk to him.
Like all dreams of childhood, mine probably drove the Garcia family crazy and made the neighbors talk. So I felt a little self-conscious driving up to the house and parking in front as an adult. Would the neighbors be saying little
