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November 13, 2014

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It was the sound of the phone at 4:00am that awoke Jimbo Fischer. He tried to ignore it, pulling his Seminole snuggie closer, but the buzzing persisted. A poor night's sleep was the final brick in a week punctuated by a growing sense of dread. Everything was coming down to this weekend.

He finally sat up and answered the phone. "This is Coach", he said wearily.

There was silence on the other end for a moment. Then stifled laughter.

"This is your wake up call. Seminoles...come out and pllllaaayyyyy....."

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