The Coach Grabbed The Water Boy’s Collar and Screamed In His Face, Not Realizing 1,500 Bikers Were Watching in Silence, Waiting for the Command to Destroy Him. CHAPTER 1: THE DROP The sound of a plastic water bottle hitting the turf shouldn’t sound like a gunshot, but to Leo Rossi, it sounded like the end of the world. It was Friday night in Oak Creek, Ohio. The air smelled of deep-fried funnel cakes, damp autumn grass, and the aggressive desperation of a town that cared too much about high scho