After his terrific upset win in Utica, and, more importantly, after saving me from having to save the team, I decided to become friends with Mike Francisco. I sat with him on the team bus. We became wrestling buddies during practices. Once, as we ate lunch together in the school cafeteria, he looked over both shoulders making sure there weren’t any teachers around, then he pulled a Polaroid from his wallet. “Check this out,” he said. The Polaroid was of an indeterminate brown object that was shadowy and horribly out of focus. Before I had a chance to ask what…