We just woke up from an afternoon nap in a cold sweat. It was a nightmare. We were at a Butch Davis press conference in Berea, strapped in the back seat of a golf cart that was moving with nobody driving it. Naked too. But nobody seemed to notice us except for Carmen Policy, who was chasing after our golf cart with a syringe. It was pouring rain inside the press room, and among the throng were children wailing and puppies howling while Davis held forth on the prog...
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