QUIET!!!!!!!

Consarndit it, can't you yappin' Yankees keep it quiet, for cripe's sake?!

It's getting so an honest Southern gentleman can't get a wink of sleep anymore. Check out these bags I'm sporting under my eyes and believe that!

Cricket's chirping, beeping, acting in those damn soapy operatics, I can't keep up with all this madness. You've awoken the sleeping giant, so I will address the pressing issue of the day: Playoffs! (don't even say a word, Jim Mora, I'm not in the mood!)

The issue at hand is a simple one: do we play 'live' games at the Landis estate, or let that newfangled computing apparatus simulate the games? This, my friends, is one decision I will leave up to the owners involved. Tim and Michael, you can play any weekend if you choose live games. Mike and PJ have a slightly more difficult situation, with PJ up in Mount Keenesaw, Michigan, at that Central Landis University. You two fellers work it out over some emailed letters, and will get this going.

Now, back to my den to hibernate. HARRRRRUUMMPPPHH!!!