My first five: after the sun has set My last four: a horse capable of bearing offspring Together: what has you waking up in a cold sweat

I’m information, I’m sport, I’m dance. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m ham. What am I?

With my long neck And Big wide tongue I can lap up that hole All day, son.

Where pavement meets the edge, I stand, A boundary line in concrete's hand. Stopping wheels and feet alike, I brace the road with steadfast might.

You need to get me wet before you start to play, then stroke me in a rhythm any which way. I’m messy and slippery while spinning on the spot, but I get rock hard when things get really hot.