Back to bed

 It was a nearly inconceivable oversight. For years—in fact, for the bulk of Rock's adult life—he had moved immediately from coverage of thoroughbred racing at Oaklawn to the final few weeks of high school basketball in greater Little Rock. Nevertheless, with the races complete, he had forgotten all about basketball through the first week thereafter, and the bigwigs at the paper were angered. Rock awoke at daybreak Monday and knew he had a game to report on that started about an hour later, fifteen minutes away at the new Southwest Little Rock High. At least he knew it for few minutes. After a while, he remembered listening to high school basketball championship games on the radio as he drove home from Oaklawn nearly two months earlier. He still wasn't sure. It had seemed so certain when he got out of bed, but now this just didn't feel right. Wait. No. Basketball was always over long before Oaklawn ended. Rock decided to go back to sleep.