Coach M was intense. The football guys loved him.

“Do you believe in Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior?” His fist pounded on the passenger window like a hammer pounding nails.

My hands tightened on the wheel. “Sure,” I said, praying I’d make it out of the car.

[Yeah, so I forgot to add this to the microprose grid. But I wrote it for that, so I’m leaving the badge!]