
Chapter 33I’M HOVERING OVER GRASS. I’M FLOATING OVER a river. I feel wretchedand stiff, and every time I dare to open my eyes, I’m either bouncing over alog or gliding up a rocky hill. There’s a constant noise, and it takes meseveral minutes to realize it’s the sound of Bernie Kosar’s hooves. I’mdraped over his back and we’re moving quickly through...