We're waiting for that loud knock on the door followed by "open up, Police". Not really words anyone wants to hear. But we swear we didn't do it. We were in Atlanta the entire time. In fact, it couldn't have been us. Because we want only one thing from Ron Dayne: Joe Hamilton's Heisman Trophy. We don't need his computers, or jewelry, or anything else that belongs to Mr. Dayne. All we want is what doesn't belong to him, the 1999 Heisman Trophy. That's Joe Hamilton's. We were at the movies. Or carwash. We plead the Sgt. Schultz on this one.....
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