Charlie Weis thrashes in his dreams on a hot night in South Bend, Indiana.
CW: No, no…stop saying that! STOP SAYING THAT!!!
Weis bolts up in bed, sitting up and fully awake.
Mrs CW: You all right, honey?
CW: It’s horrible. Just horrible. He won’t stop talking. He just keep saying “Wake up the echoes!” and “Foam shillelaghs for everyone!” And he speaks in this voice…
Mrs. CW: You’re just working too hard, honey. It’s just a dream.
CW: …it sounds like he’s underwater. And he’s…British. I don’t get it.
Mrs. CW: Why don’t you go downstairs and have a glass of milk, honey. That’ll help.
CW: I’ll…I’ll do that. I’ll be back.
Charlie Weis pads down the stairs in his shorts. He opens the fridge; its white lights casts an unearthly pallor over the kitchen tiles.
CW: Milk, my ass…let’s see where I put that sandwich…
Pepper, the Notre Dame Comeback Dolphin: ‘Allo there, guv’nah!

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CW: OH SWEET JESUS AAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! (more…)