OMAHA, Neb. -- It is time to go. The late-summer chorus of cicadas has given way to longer, quieter and more comfortable nights, only Jeff Garcia won't let anyone sleep. He is standing in the middle of a freshly painted high school field, firing footballs, swatting a freckled fist at time. The bus drivers want to go home. It's past 9 o'clock on Monday night, and their engines are running. The team wants to go home, or, to the place they know as home, the Holiday Inn. Garcia keeps throwing.