I just saw Coach Manford at the car wash. I was waiting in line when I noticed he was getting out of his car in front of me. I waved and he winked back, but before I knew it, he was fastening himself with his cleats on into the conveyor system. I rolled down my window and was like "dude that's for cars!" and he said, "don't worry, kid. I'm a professional." A few minutes later, he emerged from the front of the tunnel, hair perfect as can be, and he ran down the asphalt. I heard an attendant yelling that he forgot his car, which was still blasting Bette Midler at full volume, but in the distance, a faint voice called back "I'll get another one. It's Connersville week."