My alma mater, North Carolina, beat our arch rivals, North Carolina State, although we‘d been the one-point underdog in their stadium.

In high spirits, I left to collect on several bets I had made and to treat myself to a victory dinner at a steakhouse.

After dinner I went with several of my Carolina cronies to a watering hole where there were sure to be plenty of N.C. Staters drowning their sorrows. Although there were plenty of good-looking women at the bar, I occupied most of my time gloating over my team‘s victory and speculating about the remainder of the football season. Before I knew it, it was 2 a.m. and the lights came on to signify closing time. Happily drunk, I was perfectly content to call it a night and chalk it up as a great football weekend. Little did I know that things were about to get... Read More