You do not win, Marc. You lose.
I have gotten much stronger since I have been mastering the waves as a sponsored professional boogie board rider (blue board, Hard Slick name brand).
Riding the waves out there, amid a shitstorm of small bait fish, I was wishing a shark would come try to mess with me, so that I can practice my face removal move, on a shark. I would be imagining your face on the shark's head, for even more motivation.
Tonight is my last night at the beach, and I have finally hacked into the wireless network of the year-round residents next door (the password is "password", if you can believe that). I was not disappointed by the efforts of my minions in representing me in my absence, with the exception of Chris Obrien, who swore he would unleash the kind of hell you can only find in a port-a-john after a three day weekend phish concert. Chris, you have failed me, never do it again.
Marc, November will be full of rain, a cold november rain, not unlike the song "cold november rain", by Hall and Oates.
SZ