Five jammer takedowns, yea, but that doesn't even attest to how many times you blithely just escorted her off the track with your butt and then kept rolling as smoothly as if you were on a Sunday drive.

Amen on the Long Island/Hudson loveliness, the rad refs, the superb women of Edith Jones Project, and the after-after party. Oh yea, and the undefeated-tasticness of MRD.