None of this beer-fueled collaborative color commentary was loud enough to be heard by the equally noisy neighboring tables, and until the game went into overtime, and an ominous quiet infused the bar, she had absorbed a lot about Griff’s former in the locker room/on the town life. Additionally, she thought, as she visualized the familiar walk up the hill to Strawberry Canyon, where Memorial Stadium was situated, that sports bar interlude had defused the pre-Big Game tension between a Stanford coach and a Cal Art History grad. Even in the intimacy of her studio, that tension had been apparent.