Zorro knows how to kill a day. He curls up in the couch, remote in one hand Hot Cheetos in the other, far away from coups and disputes over sacred Motherlands. He prefers to watch college football. Says kicking a last second, game-tying field goal is the most difficult thing a man can do besides taking a life. Says he would make a great quarterback—captain of the team knowing when to go for the jugular: a homerun heave meeting his wide receiver’s speed down the sidelines, and when to throw the ball away surrendering, living to fight another play.