James Franklin entered the press room unseen, from the shadows, and announced his presence to the startled media with a biting interrogative.
“What’s the Latin for ‘Roman’? Come on, come on!”
Coach Franklin reached down and grabbed Cory Geiger by the ear, pulling him up from his front row seat, and walked him to the white board at the back of the stage.
“The vocative plural of Romanus is...?”, James demanded of Geiger.
“Romani”, chirpped a disheveled Bob Flounders. Coach Franklin shot him a glance that said this was Geiger’s problem to resolve, alone. Turning back to Geiger, Franklin continued his interrogation.