I scared my two dogs almost to death at 2 am this morning. Was watching the LSU game through a fog, with no sound, when we lined up a chip shot with 4 minutes left in the 3rd, trailing 14-0, missed it. Then the sound came on, the din of the crowd over Vern's breathless inanities, hearing him chortle that was our third miss. I bolted up in a cold sweat, considered strangling my dogs, but realized that I had eaten a ton of garlicky pasta only a few hours ago. Tums, back to bed, knowing how ridiculous the nightmare had been. Smiling.
