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Message: [QUOTE="Guy Fawkes, post: 1589137, member: 170"] We were somewhere around Carthage on the edge of Tug Hill when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive…” And suddenly there was a roar all around us, reminiscent of the Dome, and the sky was full of what looked like huge footballs, all swooping and zipping and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the a dead deer in the back on the way to Syracuse. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Dino! What are these goddamn footballs?” Then it was quiet again. My coach had taken his shirt off and was pouring PBR on his chest, a seductive pheromone to attract Syracuse fans. “What the hell are you yelling about?” Dino muttered, staring at the snowflakes and day dreaming of ACC championships. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and aimed the 'Otto', the bright orange pick-up, toward the shoulder of the I-81 highway. No point mentioning those footballs, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be in complete board meltdown mode. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Recruiting for football season was already underway, and we had to get there by four to announce our new staff, including JarheadJim, expert teenager recruiter and motivator. A fashionable lawyer by the name of Coyle had taken care of the reservations at the Sheraton, along with this huge Orange Pick-up we’d just rented off a lot on the Fort Drum base… and I was, after all, a professional Syracuse die-hard, a premium board paying, a man would move a wedding around a game and a honeymoon around an away game; so I had an obligation to love Syracuse sports, for good or ill. Fear and Loathing in Syracuse [/QUOTE]

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