Two of my clearest memories of growing up as a teen-ager in Amarillo were the brutal, icy winds that swept like frigid banshees across the Panhandle in the winter, and the stench of the cattle feedlots, which released their pungency to waft amid the stifling waves of summer's prickly heat.
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That would be admitting that the media attention and pressure and, who knows, maybe even Jimmy Johnson, were all getting to him, getting under his skin like a bad case of prickly heat rash, causing one of those raging itches that you just can't quite reach and can't scratch enough to make it stop.
