The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. And mile to go before I sleep.
It's late. Very very late, or ridiculously early, depending on your point of view. I have fixation issues when I get to thinking about data, and had an idea tonight, when seeing some player ratings on CBS to how those ratings would equate to team success, i.e., wins and losses. This curiosity would prove to be a bad idea. This from the guy whose uncle once offered him five bucks to untie a fishing line snarl on a lakeshore after I decided I wasn't as interested in our fishing outing as he'd hoped.