I went to the weekly Wednesday meeting at the Drunken 8 Fairies, though RyeGuy, Red A and Kevlar had adjourned early dropping the count to only 5. During the process of passing many resolutions (2 or 3 cases) Karl and whoever he was talking to started spewing some tripe about their hoops ability. So enamored of themselves, Hannibal Jim and I were unable to get a word in. So here it is now. Jim and I will take on you and your mystery gloater. We're calling you out. A game to ten, by ones. Tell us how many you want us to spot you and what stakes are acceptable. We've already stomped Big Gay Lance and Frenchie for two weeks in a row. We await your acceptance.