He began yelling about how "dumb" Mary had been not to put the game away. Up ahead, she started to step into the car of her former hitting partner, Roberto Saad, parked next to the Caddy. "Get out of that car! You're riding with me!" Pierce roared. Quietly, Mary moved to the Cadillac and stood by her mother. Pierce continued, suddenly sounding like a football coach giving a crude dressing-down to a thick-skinned veteran: "What am I gonna do, pat you on the hand and give you a damn piece of candy? S——man, you kidding? You dreaming? You ain't never gonna be——if you play like that. You don't have a brain in your head, man, after playing like that.... I never saw anybody play so stupid in my life.... Gildemeister is exactly like Maleeva and all those other Europeans and South Americans. When they see the weak-minded, cracker-sucking Americans don't want to try to win, they kick your ass, and that's what they did. They made you eat their——!"
The diatribe went on for several more minutes. Then Pierce slid into the driver's seat. The rest of the family followed his lead. Moments later the white Cadillac whipped out of the lot and drove off into the cool, dark Florida night.