Verisimilitude is a repeat performance here. It's back there somewhere if you're really interested. It's here today because geniticular gluttony of the coital variety has once again shown his helmeted head and all that comes out is Swoon. Dancing quarter notes or detonated fireworks are so last century to describe the high level of debauchery mentioned here. What possesses a guy to go there before breakfast after shuttering the evening sky with a breath-taking finale? Call it excessive but unless you've driven the entire course, save the epithets, baby. All it took was the suggestion because it was so obviously on both minds even as the nightcap was being heralded. Samurai sticking, rapid reentry, grateful grandstanding - how many of these are appropriate? There's NO better elixir than total depletion the champion way. And look, the JBF'd mind still wants to salute today in this style. Call me a tow truck 'cause my siren still serenades.