AUSTIN, Texas — As a Quinn-Fender, I couldn't believe my ears. The noise was coming from inside my own house. Before I left for the Cotton Bowl, my wife asked me a pretty blunt question: When did you become Quinn Ewers' agent? It got to a point I was having to Quinn-fend myself, even in my home. Not because of anything Quinn Ewers was doing wrong per se. It was really because the outside noise and expectations had become off-the-charts ridiculous.