.	It’s a column night, so I’ll be brief. There. (Sorry. Busy. But I am not as busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest, because such a fellow would have been eliminated in the first round, and spent the rest of the day sitting in a folding chair, looking at the program, folding it and refolding it, and occasionally shouting YEAH! to give himself the illusion that he was still a part of the ass-kicking community.) (Even the matchbook is weak.)