TMP: Feed Fat the Ancient Grudge

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The Indianapolis Colts lost yesterday and a lot of people in Baltimore are happy. Okay, I can’t say a lot with any authority. I am happy. The four people who were having breakfast next to me this morning were happy, and I believe they will do the right thing and teach their baby girl to be happy, too, when she can understand such things.

The Baltimore Colts left town on a snowy night, spirited away by Mayflower moving vans. There are people in Baltimore to this day who won’t use Mayflower. Okay, some Cleveland fans might ask, how is this different from what Baltimore did to us? Not very, I’m sorry to say; I’ve always felt that Baltimore’s acquisition of the Cleveland Browns was very bad karma and it started catching up with us this season. But there is an important distinction: Cleveland kept its name, colors and institutional history. Ours moved to Indianapolis. In fact, Indiana was trying to sell special license plates with Unitas’s name on them, which is clearly Just Wrong.

It’s hard to keep a grudge, sometimes. My oldest friend (TO THE POWER OF THREE is dedicated to her) lives in Indianapolis and her youngest daughter was bat-mitzvahed there — and the party was held at the Irsay Pavilion. (For those who don’t know, Irsay was the owner who took the Colts from Baltimore to Indy.) We considered various acts of sabotage, but decided that Sawyer’s big day was more important than our old rage. Still, even though I don’t really care about football, I am happy today.

Anyone else here harbor such abstract grudges, against people or institutions you don’t actually know? Please share. Here are The Memory Project, we often forget — but we never forgive.

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52 thoughts on “TMP: Feed Fat the Ancient Grudge”

  1. Oh yeah, I harbor grudges, and many of them are football related. (And I remember being completely incensed at the Irsays when they stole the Colts from Baltimore. They could easily have convinced the NFL to give them a new franchise in Indianapolis, or anywhere else, they didn’t need to steal the history.)

    I’m still mad at the officiating crew from the 1983 NFC Championship Game game between the Niners and Redskins. Two of the worst calls I’ve ever witnessed gave the Redskins enough life, deep in the 4th quarter, to beat us 24 – 21. (I met Eric Wright, one of the mistreated Niners, a few years later. He was still mad, too.)

    I’m still mad at the way George Seifert treated Joe Montana, handing Steve Young the starting job without allowing Montana to compete for it.

    I’m still mad at the way the Bears treated Dick Butkus after he retired.

    I’m still mad at Pete Rozelle for “parity”.

    I’d share more, but I need to go brood over the wrongs that have been done to me ;-)

  2. I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one that still “rages” about the loss of Baltimore’s Football “identity”. I think the thing that makes it worse and lingering is the smugness of some people from Indianapolis regarding this.
    What was even sadder was the way Peyton Manning blamed his team and didn’t take any responsibility himself.
    Go Panthers!!

  6. I am an avid Ravens fan. Sure I feel badly about taking Cleveland’s team 10 years ago, but at least old Art didn’t sneak around in the middle of the night. And like you said, Laura, they got to keep their name, their colors, their heritage. Baltimore had everything stripped from them. To watch the Colts play at home and see the names of all the great BALTIMORE Colts stars emblazened on the walls in Indianapolis makes me sick. We don’t try to take credit for any of Cleveland’s players that didn’t actually play for us, so why should they be allowed to? And seeing as I am a Ravens fan, it was a bitter pill to swallow yesterday as I actually semi-cheered on the Steelers, seeing as they are in our division and our archenemies. But I’d rather swallow razorblades than have the Colts win.
    Me, bitter? Never!

  7. As it happens, there’s a building here in Tewkesbury called “The Ancient Grudge”, referring to the Wars of the Roses, one of the pivotal battles of which was fought in this town (in fact, it’s the battle which sets up the opening of Richard III).

    As for me, I don’t hold grudges against people or institutions I don’t know (except for the Kennedys, but that’s different). However, I’m a bit of a Robert de Niro with the “circle of trust” – once you’re out of my circle, there’s never a way back in.

  9. Grudges? We don hold no stinkin grudges! Well, actually we do. I was happy to see Peyton get beat, but happier yet to see his bonus baby little whiner of a brother get beat and I don’t even live in San Diego.

    I’ll root against the Broncos for the bad officiating and dirty play against my beloved Patriots.

    There are big companies that shall remain nameless (Hobby Lobby) that donate big bucks to rightwing causes that I’ll forever boycott.

    There’s a moving company here in town that I bad mouth every chance I get for their lousy performance.

    Shall I go on?

    It’s a loooonnngg list and I nurse it with tenderness so that it might grow and blossom.

  10. I have grudges too- one of them being against Shaq for being so nasty to Kobe – the greatest basketball player in the world who has had to put up with horrible false accusations from all areas that were finally laid to rest when it became apparent all the person was interested in was money. I am thrilled that Shaq is so low in his statistics and I seethe when I see how trim he started off this season compared to his fat unfitness with the Lakers. I also have never forgiven the Brooklyn Dodgers for moving to LA — I sort of gave up on baseball around that time. And don’t even go into the political arena — a lot of grudges there. Although this may engender bad feelings – worse than the fall out from my defense of Kobe — i have a grudge against the republicans from taking on all the dixiecrats in the south and never even going national and admitting what they did – though it is apparent to any way faring fool.

  11. I have grudges against sports management that take up a gazillionth of my brain, when I even think about it. Hating the Yankees is geographic – i’m from Hartford and my mom is from Brookline, Mass. But I hate management ever so much more – the Yankees for thinking “we’ll just buy EVERYONE and that will make us great” and it doesn’t; and who seem to encourage, or at lest not discourage thuggish fan behavior ENOUGH, when fans boo and throw shit on the field. What is wrong with these children? And then there’s the Mariner management who decided that Randy was washed up after back surgery wasn’t giving his all so they traded him (rumor is he didn’t cooperate with their overtures but I never saw that proved) then he won a few more Cy young awards and helped Arizona win a World Series (something that Mariners, er um….welll)

    But then again, apparently the newspaper this week will be featuring a Seahawks fan every day and today’s does makeup and wigs and costume and that sort of stuff makes me wanna GAG so I guess I just don’t get sports all that well. Usually I can’t even recall what team plays what SPORT in this town (when it comes to pro boy sports). Funny; very few Seattle Storm fans do makeup, wigs and costumes. They must just want to see a basketball game. IMAGINE.
    Says the totally biased women’s sports enthusiast.

    I don’t get holding grudges in the long run; it reminds me too much of like junior high school “I’ll hate you ForEVER”. Of course, when you’re grown up and you say that to the lover who just cheated on you/treated you like trash/whatever, well, that’s different (ok, sort of) but grudges? Not my style. I DO however, take notes…..

  12. I’m just damn glad my Steelers won! Doesn’t matter how they won – we’re just thrilled they will be playing for at least one more week. I was born in Pittsburgh and stayed for 44 years. We moved to Cincinnati, and are now in South Carolina. But once that Steeler blood gets into you, there IS no other team anywhere that can inspire such wild devotion, hands down.

    The only grudge I hold is against Barry Bonds and his poor performance in the baseball play offs against Atlanta in 1992.

  13. I’ll just chime in here with some hockey grudges. I’m an NJ Devils fan, therefore, I should hate the Rangers with a passion, and I do. However, I guess since I’m not a NYC metro native, my hate for the Rangers is easily surpassed by my hate for the Flyers. HAAAATE — even though the Devils beat them most of the time. HAAAAATE — even though most of my most hated Flyers now play for the Penguins (Recchi? Yechhie! Handzus? Get a frickin haircut, loser.) HAAAATE — their mere existence irks me.

    Oh, and of course I hate the Leafs just because they’re the spoiled youngest child in the NHL family.

    But most of all, I hate that there’s no NHL in Mobtown.

  17. I used to say that watching other people play a game was like watching other people have sex until someone asked, “What’s wrong with that?”

    No, I have little interest in sports outside of a guilty pleasure: boxing. I know, I know. It goes back to watching the Gillette Friday Night Fights with my dad.

    But THE COLTS. In the few brief years that I cared about football, I lived in Baltimore and watched Johnny Unitas pass to Raymond Berry and saw magic in each completion and when the Jets beat the Colts in 1969, I grieved. So when Indiana, a stultified midwestern state of fear and prejudice, stole my Colts, I was enraged. Fuck Indianapolis. And double-fuck the football team that plays under that stolen name. There are no Colts, there are just usurpers wearing a uniform they don’t deserve.

  19. Oooh – hockey grudges! Being a Wings fan one can never forget when Claude Lemieux (Colorado Avalanche) boarded Kris Draper�s (Detroit Red Wings) face which started the rivalry.

    The awesome goalie fights: Patrick Roy (Avs) vs. Mike Vernon and later Chris Osgood (Wings).

    The 2002 Westen Conference finals when the ever-arrogant Roy did his �Statue of Liberty� save then dropped the puck allowing Brendan Shanahan to win game 6 followed by the Wings game 7 shutout (7-0). That pretty much ended Roy�s carrer.

    Revenge can be sweet.

  22. Well since you asked; I totally understand how people feel when their team is taken away or moved. I hate the Denver Broncos. I was stranded in Florida one year long ago and I somehow got locked in a parking garage and there was this little TV showing the play offs with Denver against my beloved Raiders. I’m a bay area gal and have seen the Raiders through all of their incarnations, way back when they were called The Conquistadors and they played at a field in Oakland near where I lived then. That was around the time I tried out for The Bay Bombers Roller Derby team. (I didn’t make the cut, I skated really well but I didn’t have the killer instinct that was needed to clip anyone under the chin with an elbow and such.)

    So the Raiders are my hearts team and it’s been a painful few years having to watch as they’re being destroyed by their owner beginning with that ill fated trip to Los Angeles. When I let myself think back to the late 60s and very early 70s, I remember how hard they were to beat. I made lots of money betting on them but more than the money was the satisfaction that they won above all the odds against them like refs who didn’t like them or more likely they didn’t like Al Davis, would make really bad calls. But the team had heart and would rise above all that and squash the defense of whatever team the refs preferred. There was no better combination than John Madden as head coach and Kenny Stabler, The Snake as QB with Freddie Biletinkoff at wide reiceiver. And Ted Hendricks, The Stork picking balls out of the air for the defense. Hendricks played in 215 consecutive games, most of anyone in the NFL.

    I was sitting in a bleachers in Orinda, California one year for a high school football game and The Stork was sitting one bench level and two people to the right of me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven as I watched him watch his kid play in the game.

    When I moved to Alaska oh about 18 years ago I have had to watch as they’ve gone from bad to worse and then try to come back yet again but just can’t quite make it. Seems to me that that play off game with Denver was the beginning of the end and so I can’t stand Denver, especially since that’s when they started calling them the Orange Crush. It truly is heart breaking. I can’t think of anything that would change how I feel about either team.

  23. A Jewish girl named Sawyer? Speaking of Just Wrong…

    I hate the Ohio State Buckeyes and everyone who loves them. I grew up in Columbus, and I hate them with a hatred that only a native can appreciate. One of the many fringes of the year I spent in Ann Arbor was the selection of MIchigan-branded sportswear I purchased there, and wear whenever I’m back in Ohio. One T-shirt features the name in Russian. I’m waiting for some scarlet-and-gray bozo to ask me what it means. Just…waiting.

  24. I have never forgiven my Giants from leaving New York. I lived in The Bronx and used to walk PAST Yankee Stadium to go to the Polo Grounds. You could get in for a quarter in those days. Sometimes, on Ladies’ Day, for free. I guess I’m giving away my age here.

  25. I do not have professional sports hatreds, but if I ever see that tacky bitch cow halfback from Fieldston who chewed gum with her mouth open AND didn’t check to make sure my ankle was NOT in her way at a distance of three feet when she grunted and thwacked that drive on the field hockey goal my junior year, she’s so dead.

    Oh… also I hate Kissinger with a searing corrosive white-hot blinding passion.

    Just had to say that. I presume he played some kind of sport, at least once. Dick.

  26. I hate your Ravens with a passion. A very deep passion. I will hate them until Art is dead and buried. And probably long after that.

    I love it when the Ravens lose. Like I love it when Dallas loses, and Indy, and the Raiders and Rams.

    I tend to have issues with heartless, sociopathic owners like Art, Jerry, Jim, Al and that murderous whore.

    Um, yes, okay. About a nine on the old tension scale, eh?

    Fans and their sports… gotta love us! I think this is the most comments in the shortest time for this project.

  27. And another thing!

    I hate the way Baltimore fans justify supporting their team by saying “At least the Browns got to keep their colors.”

    Step back, Laura, and look at it from a third party objective pov. Isn’t that sort of like the argument being made re: Frey that drives you so crazy?

    Art is scum. As is Irsay. And Davis and Bidwell and that murderous whore. StL is one of the great sports cities in the nation. Their football team was stolen just like yours (only not at midnight), and all the others.

    They (the city) bitched and moaned and swore they would never support such action, never support an owner like Bidwell.

    Then the Rams show up – in exactly the same way the Cardinals left. With an owner who killed one husband and most likely two.

    But all is forgiven. Looks are thrown the other way. Everyone justifies, rationalizes, and makes excuses.

    And the cycle never ends.

    Go Browns. Go Chiefs. Go Packers. Yes, my teams suck. But I don’t have to make excuses for liking them. I won’t support a team simply based on geography. I want to support a team that has quality people on the field and in the organization. Yes, it’s lame and hugely mockable, but it’s true. And yes, it limits the teams I can support. More and more each day.

    But the fight I will not abandon.

    <i>cue music</i>

  28. Not “my” Ravens, Paul. I hold no brief for them. I like it when they score touchdowns, however, because they send up fireworks and I can see those from where I live.

    Also, I feel embarrassed that some of the refreshment stands at M&T Stadium Which Should Be Called Unitas Field are labeled “The Craven.” Oh dear.

    I try very, very, very hard not to have any opinions about celebrities unless I know them personally. (I don’t know any celebrities personally, but hope springs eternal.) That said — so Heath Ledger falls in love with his Brokeback Mountain co-star, conceives a child with her, then goes on to play the title character in Casanova. We get it, Heath! You’re so not gay!

  29. I can’t hate teams — other than Syracuse basketball, those smug bastards. I feel pretty strongly about certain individuals, though. And I still hate Brent Musburger for trashing John Thompson’s Hoyas in the mid-1980s. I don’t know Brent Musburger, but I feel reasonably certain I wouldn’t like him if I did.

    I too want to hear more about Kevin’s antipathy toward the Kennedys — that used to be one of my mother’s favorite rants…

  30. Ah, the Kennedys. Said partly in jest, but part of it’s personal. At a time when the IRA was intent on harming me and my family – we were in Northern Ireland at the height of the troubles, and my father was targeted several times and lost colleagues in the most appalling circumstances – the Kennedys were widely seen to be both apologists and supporters of the IRA. (Imagine a leading British politician offering the same support to the Oklahoma bombers and you have an idea of how offensive that is)

    Beyond that though, isn’t it just the sleaze, and the damage done to American society, and the Vietnam War, which was JFK’s doing, not LBJ’s, and the corruption and pretending to be liberal when they were anything but. And acting like royalty when the one thing America doesn’t need is just that. Seriously, don’t you all have a grudge against the Kennedys?

  33. Here’s a non-sports one: I have a very, very difficult time going to see a Tom Cruise, Ron Howard, Tom Hanks or Steven Spielberg movie anymore – especially when they are in combination with one another, so absolutely no War of the Worlds, no Saving Private Ryan, and also no A Beautiful Mind, Cinderella Man, Castaway…

    And this was before Tom Cruise was publicly goofy.

    Once in awhile I will break this rule – I thought Munich was pretty good and I loved Magnolia – and I think I anesthetized myself before I saw Minority Report, a very special exception to the rule that I went to go see it at all. But for the most part, nope, won’t see them.

    Reason: folks in that crowd are soooooooooo sanctimonious when they give interviews, all of their uplift of the American spirit and the Glory. Of. The. American. Cinema. and the like. Spare me. It breaks my heart about Tom Hanks, because I was a big fan starting with Bosom Buddies for a long time, but around the time of Forest Gump, it all got to be too much for me. Blech.

    And don’t start me on squinty eyed-actresses: Ellen Barkin, Renee Zellweger and my least favorite of all time, Dianne Wiest. There, that feels better.

  35. Mostly I like college sports, and it’s Texas all the way. First song I ever learned was the Eyes of Texas. I’ve hated Notre Dame since they came down and beat us in the Cotton Bowl 2 years in a row, so I always root for their opponents. Only time I really cared about a pro football team was when Earl Campbell graduated, and played for the Houston Earlers. Then they moved to New Orleans and became the Saints and it just wasn’t the same.

    I’ve lived in Philadelphia for 21 years, and my kids are huge supporters of the local teams, but mostly I don’t care. Except I LOVED the Philadelphia Charge (women’s soccer) and wish the league wouldn’t have folded.

  37. Laura � Mitch Albom is very small and has a huge head (almost as big as his ego). He has local bands on his radio show. My friend�s band SPACE NELSON was on and told me that when they were leaving his farewell was �bye, band�.

    On celebrities � All of their political opinions make me crazy (Matt Damon wanting to BUY the presidency for Kerry was a winner). I have a theory that they have replaced the Greek/Roman gods for people � since they have similar drama aspects to their lives (such as Julia Roberts swooping down and marrying a mortal). I take solace in remembering how actors were looked upon as one of the lowliest stations in societies of old�just a step above the gypsies. Performers PERFORM for royalty � they can�t BE royalty.

  38. Wow! I just finished reading the above 29 comments re grudges. Do people express grudges only about sports, or is that what they focus on to keep from doing bodily harm to others more in reach?

  40. Baltimore and Cleveland were both done wrong, but Cleveland was given the consolation prize of keeping the franchise history. It doesn’t make what Baltimore did right, it just makes being a Browns fan slightly less painful than being a Colts fan. ESPECIALLY WHEN INDIANA TRIES TO MAKE MONEY BY PUTTING UNITAS’S NAME ON A LICENSE PLATE.

    Did someone say 1969? I also hate the Mets. But what I really hate is the way that New York-centric media push the idea that the ’69 Mets meant something huge and universal. Please do not make the argument here. “1969″ is my “Niagra Falls” and hats off to the glorious Charlie Stella, who played with that detail in his wonderful Baltimore Noir story.

    By the way, don’t limit yourself to sports-related grudges. Any and all irrational hatred welcome here, as long as they’re impersonal. Mitch Albom. Before he made anything up. Before he published the Morrie book. Before, in fact, he uttered a single word. I saw him on that Sunday a.m. program and screamed.

    Okay, so that’s kind of sports-related.

  41. There was the agent whose hand I refused to shake in front of his own assistants, several Bouchercons back. He helped torpedo a paperback deal that was already done, and my loved ones needed that money.

    That’s about the only remaining grudge I can think of.

  42. I hold grudges against some writers — as a reader, based strictly with what’s on the page. One wrote a passage so stupid that it annoys me to this day, although I’ve read (and admired) subsequent books and know the writer superficially enough to know him to be a decent fellow. Another was a favorite who just went off the rails in a big way; I won’t name him here, but countless people have heard me say that I thought he should bring a fruit basket to my house after I finished a certain book. (His penultimate one for me. I gave him one more chance and, boy, did the next book really fuel a grudge.)

    I also keep a secret list of the Great Overrated Club, which includes a lot of film types. Given my SO’s line of work, I can’t go public with that.

    I’m still waiting for more details about Kevin and the Kennedys. Meanwhile, I think June is right: A sports-grudge is a good way to release a lot of negative energy that might go elsewhere. So in that spirit:

    I hate Duke.
    I hate John Elway (he refused to come to Baltimore).
    I do NOT hate Ron Swoboda, who was a total class act when I met him, although he told me I really need to put the 1969 thing behind me.

  43. This is very therapeutic, Laura.

    Maybe we should call you, Doctor Laura.

    Um, oh God, no. Scratch that.

    Sorry. Moving on.

    I, too, have a GOC, which includes many film types, and a few from the world of weblogs.

    But to drop some pos vibes in here, I also have a GUC list. The underrated, which thankfully, is a bit longer than my GOC list.

    And I still hate your Ravens. Does that put me on the Mitch list?

  44. I used to be a 49er fan, but since Ms. DeBartolo York turned the team over to hear idiot husband, I can’t bear to watch. One of his first moves was to get Bill Walsh out. You can only go down from there. He depleted the talent, then raised ticket prices.

    I started watching the Raiders when we moved to the Central Valley. It’s all silver and black out here.

    As for the Montana vs. Young debate, I could do my own post on that one, and I might. Consider that Young waited patiently behind Montana for years. He got to come in when Montana got hurt and the team was winning. Now, I know a player shouldn’t lose his starting spot to injury, but the same thing happened with Tom Brady. As a coach, you can’t fix what isn’t broken.

    Now I love Montana. No doubt about that. But Steve Young did one thing that Montana, Marino, Elway, Aikman, and Favre did not do. Steve Young followed a legend.

  45. I hate Duke as well. I hate all of their rants and chants and blue-ness. I hate that they have signs that say “sweat, Gary, sweat”. I hate that they named the court they play on after the coach that is STILL COACHING.

    I hate dynasties. Therefore I hated the Bulls. I hate the Patriots (ha ha, sorry bout your luck this year!). I hate the Yankees. Does anyone else get tired of seeing the same teams win? Sure it’s great to see a team do well for a little while, but how about letting the other kids win too?

    Putting the sports world aside, I hate celebrities. Does it really matter what Bragelina are doing? Is it that important that Tom Cruise is against anti-depressants (I loved what Matt Lauer said!)? Why are they placed on these mega-pedestals? Why are they treated like gods? Celebrities are people too, albeit extremely rich people, but still. What gives them the right to demand to have their dressing rooms stocked with m&m’s, only to have all the brown ones removed? Or to demand a refrigerator stocked with Evian water for their dog, or they’re going to throw a temter tantrum and walk off the set, not go stage, etc. What a bunch of freaks!

  46. I still cannot forgive Woodies for being so badly run that it was bought out by Federated Department Stores — and now Hecht’s and Lord & Taylors. Washington no longer has any “local” stores.

  47. I used to live in Philly. Now I live near L.A. and I can honestly say I will NEVER be a Lakers fan. I hoped that the Sixers would be able to topple their dynasty in the chanmpionship game and had tears in my eyes when they lost…

    Being a Philadelphia fan is heartbreaking for every team, every year. I want to hate them all too… but I just can’t be against them.

  48. I don’t have the attention span for grudges. And to start the love thread, here, in no particular order, are the people (or things) I love, who most people have grudges against:

    Hillary Duff
    Christina Aguilara
    Jersey Girl
    Hudson Hawk
    The Detroit Lions (but not Matt Millen or William Clay Ford)
    Stephen King
    Wal-Mart
    South Park
    Andrew Lloyd Webber
    Grease 2
    and finally, Pauly Shore.

  49. ok Bryon, I MIGHT have forgiven christina (it’s a y chromosome thing – or a teeny bopper thing, I wouldn’t understand) and barely barely might have beek ok with Wal-MArt (ok, I’m lying not really) but oh dear god ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER???

    And Pauly Shore. Well, hmmmmm, never mind…

  50. Coming rather late to the party, I agree with Heather Y. re: the Avalanche, especially about the Kris Draper incident (he’s my man, he just doesn’t know it). I also despise both Tom Cruise (he only plays himself in every movie anyway) and Renee Zellweger based on the movie “Jerry Maguire”, which I unreasonably think is one of the worst movies ever made (except for Cuba Gooding Jr.)–I want my 2 hours back! I know there’s several other things I unreasonably hate, but I can’t think of them right now :) .

  51. I try to avoid thinking about celebrities outside of their work. This way I can watch Mad Max and Pulp Fiction without thinking about Mel Gibson or Bruce Willis’ Republican politics. Jessica Simpson, Kathie Lee Gifford and Billy Ray Cyrus suck in their own right without my having to consider their puerile Christianity. Charlton Heston has always been a bad actor and the only movie of his I can watch is A Touch of Evil. But not because he’s a crazy old gun-slinging coot. I don’t watch sports, so I don’t have to listen to post-game interviews with athletes who thank Jesus for that touchdown or home run. And don’t get me started on Rush and O’Reilly, a drug addict and a sexual predator. No, I don’t think about Jane Fonda’s being born again when I watch Klute or Nicole Kidman’s Scientology when I watch To Die For.

    That I know anything about these celebrities is a reflection of our star-soaked culture. If I had my way, I would be totally ignorant of an actor’s politics, love life, religion, addictions, sexual preference, exercise schedule, diet, astrological sign, and favorite color. As someone said, just shut up and sing. Or in the case of Kathie Lee Gifford, just shut up.

  52. Now that I’ve stirred up so much hate — and let it be understood, I am the queen of the haters — I’ve got to figure out a way to spread some love around. Maybe I’ll find a way to start a thread inspired by Paul Guyot, on the Great and Under-rated.

    But first, I’ve got to make one less pass through m galleys and then overnight them.

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