Chapter 5
In Foul Trouble
A week later, the first disturbing e-mail came from Wally,
his long-time buddy from the diner. The Coach opened it.
It was a picture of a crowded downtown with every store
having a mock Hispanic name, like Jalapeño Heaven Res-
taurant, Juan’s Gas Hacienda, and such. The downtown
was littered with empty tequila bottles, cars on blocks, and
guys sleeping under sombreros. The sign above the picture
said, “America… Home of the Brave and Land of the Ille-
gal Aliens.”
A shy man, the Coach could feel his face getting hot.
He had suffered from blushing since he was a kid. When-
ever he became embarrassed or angry, the blood lit up his
face like a Christmas tree. Today, his cheeks were beet red.
He had known that Wally ...