I'll bet they sleep with the lights on in Eugene, Oregon. They probably do the same in Chicago, and Austin, and Columbus, Ohio, and Lincoln. Because this time, they were sure. They knew the beast was dead. They knew the Southeastern Conference's chances to win yet another BCS Championship was over, safely tucked in a coffin, a stake driven through its heart by a real superhero, Johnny Football. But then, at just around midnight on the West Coast, there was a knock on the door, a scratching at the window. And guess who's back? That's right, the SEC, or as three-quarters of the college-football-loving parts of the country know think of it, the Evil Dead. At the end of an insanely entertaining evening of football, the No. 1 conference, and the leading cause of League Fatigue around the nation, was up and about in its shroud — no word if Georgia, one of the SEC's still-breathing representatives, plans to make black jerseys out of those — and marching inexorably towards Miami.