One of the dangers of being the holder of a much coveted Friday post slot here at RBR is that whatever ideas may dance about in your head as the week winds toward press time can be usurped by those with earlier, less interesting, non-Friday time slots. You can’t blame them. There’s a lot of space to fill between tailgating posts.
I’ll have to admit to winging it this week. I was going to take advantage of the bye to wax poetic about what a tender lover I am, but as happens, that subject was exhausted by another writer.