The following happens between 2:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.

KING: Canton, Georgia, for Tony Morgan, hello.

CALLER: Hello Larry and hi Mr. Morgan.

KING: Hi.

MORGAN: Good evening. Do I know you? Your voice sounds familiar.

CALLER: Hi. Several hours ago, you quoted a certain pastor on your blog that lives near Clemson. He called my Georgia Bulldogs “a bunch of pansies.” What makes a person say such negative things? Is it to pump themselves up and work on their own self-esteem? What do they get out of it?

KING: You know—I’ve heard that same pastor is also a sweet tea drinker. What do you make of that?

MORGAN: Is this Gary Lamb?

CALLER: I think it’s mean…just plain mean. Don’t you agree, Mr. Morgan? I heard he wears pink t-shirts as well. He’s a sweet tea drinker that wears pink t-shirts.

MORGAN: This sounds a lot like Gary Lamb? Gary, you don’t happen to have a bad British accent do you? Do we have an appointment to meet at Starbucks in a few hours?

CALLER: I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name isn’t Gary. I’m an unidentified caller from Canton, Georgia. Go DAWGS!!!

KING: Thanks caller. Tomorrow night, Paris Hilton. She’ll be in the studio to talk about her new album and explain why her vocal cords are so much stronger than Jessica Simpson’s.

At that point, Brooke began to stir in the next room. I woke up for a moment realizing I’ve been dreaming about bad, pop singers. After a few moments, the baby settled back down. I dozed off again only to find myself…