Have trouble sleeping? Suffer from the predawn blahs—wakefulness and worries at 4 a.m.? Some people take refuge in sleeping pills, or another nightcap. Not me. I simply thrust the unpleasant thoughts from my mind and demidoze about great men and greater deeds. I think about Homer Jones, 220 lbs. of black thunderbolt streaking at a rate of 9.3 sec. per 100 yds. down a football field. Or about Dick Butkus, that splendid savage of a middle linebacker, actually biting an opponent's nose during a pileup. Or about four massive linemen in purple shirts...
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