Good boy Moose. I knew I liked you when I met you. (Don't worry...the jacket will be on the way soon with a bottle of Hellfire in the pocket.)
<note to self> Free Con entry to Moose next year. (Provided he flies into the correct airport)
Hang...you know any bets made by you need to be shared. After that marriage proposal last year...what's mine is mine, what's yours...is half of mine!
<starts to chant> NO GAME 6, NO GAME 6! GO YANKEES!!
Yankee