On Saturday morning, after drinking a little whiskey and rye (but with no Chevys or levies involved, that I can recall) and resisting the urge to burn a couch after the Mountaineers beat Oklahoma, I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5:55 a.m. ET. For three or four seconds, the panic was intense:…
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