INDIANAPOLIS -- "Man," Lawrence Timmons was telling me, "you're funny."
This was five days ago in Cleveland. And he didn't mean funny like a clown. He meant funny like a fool.
He was right, too. In trying to ask if he were performing with more of an edge, I instead observed that he "looked almost ticked off out there."
Which was, of course, silly.
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