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ithering until the last minute before heading west on I-30 was a bad idea. The Will Rogers Coliseum parking area was full, and Shake had to drive around for 20 minutes until he found a place to leave his truck. Some entrepreneur was gouging $20 for space in the rear of a strip mall, but it was all he could find within walking distance of the coliseum. The gates opened 30 minutes earlier, but the program he’d picked up at the hotel indicated that action in the arena wasn’t due to start until 1700. He’d miss some of the gala opening ceremonies, but he’d heard enough pop singers butcher the National Anthem with annoying vocal frills not to mind. He keyed the truck lock and started walking.
Following a night of fitful sleep, Shake finally decided to delay his departure for home a
