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HERB BENTZ WAS sitting down with two former colleagues and longtime friends at a favorite watering hole of his across from Naked Kombat. Warren Dye drank Irish whiskey, Jameson’s by choice, and Don Evans, nine years and fourteen days sober, took a long draw on a club soda and lime. They talked of sports for a time. They had to since Dye was an Ohio State Buckeye graduate, and no conversation was worth conducting without some evaluation of the coming football season. This made for a serious bit of jousting since Don Evans had played three seasons at Florida State and both teams were nationally ranked. Herb preferred pro football to the Naked Kombat game every day of the week, and this incensed his buddies no end. “Okay, fine, now that you’ve heard us both, you’d better get to the boring stuff,” Evans said. “To business, Mr. Bentz.”