I gave birth to a fantastic writer. Who would of thought?

 

Coach and player have shared many conversations during those commutes. Some days, they discuss life after high school. Other days, it’s American history or the conflict in Syria.

But on this particular evening, Diaz prodded Martinez on an important personal topic.

“Have you checked lately?” the coach asked.

Martinez, in typical teenager fashion, offered an insufficient retort: “I checked last week.”

“Well, check it!” Diaz said.

As they cruised north on the 605, Martinez took out his cell phone. The car approached the Peck Road exit when Martinez entered his user name, password and clicked.

There it was.

Martinez let out a yell.

“Oh my God!”