"Physicians could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this tent before. There could be physicians anywhere." The cool New Jersey wind felt good against his bald head. "I HATE PHYSICIANS" he thought. Back in the New York groove reverberated through the entire stadium, making it pulsate even as the overpriced Manhattan cocaine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of physicians after dark. "With a Jaxson Dart, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.