My phone rang midafternoon on Election Day. Georgia, 2022. “Hey man!” The voice was upbeat, jovial, and friendly, the kind of voice that usually bears bad news or needs a favor. Was this voice going to ask me to drive people to the polls? Make one last push for Warnock? Sign up for ballot-curing? Or had Herschel … done something? “So, look.” the voice went on. “I want to follow up on that coach’s questionnaire.” Right! This was not a political call. This was Clay (not his real name), the guy in charge of my twin 8-year-old girls’ youth basketball...