It was as though Rock never stopped dipping snuff, though he indeed had more than eight years earlier. He put in a dip of Copenhagen as he waited for halftime interviews in the University of Central Arkansas men's basketball team's locker room. He placed the can of snuff on a random surface, perhaps a table or desk. Unfortunately, he would soon forget.
The team's starting point guard walked in during the closing seconds of the half and spoke to Rock of the opposition's point guard. "He's really good," the player said. "Their whole team is good."
Rock had all he needed and walked out of the locker room, headed toward his courtside workstation. As he did, he passed the rest of the team and its coach as they left the court, and it suddenly occurred to him that he had forgotten to retrieve the snuff can, which seemed to him direly problematic.
Somehow, Rock imagined a scenario in which the coach erupted in anger toward his players, as in, "I want to know right now which one of you brought this snuff in here."
He believed this could only turn disastrous.
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