Nope, I have no intention whatsoever of dragging my reprobate carcass all the way to Orlando, especially not when something is going wrong with the androids in Celebration and may evidence a contagion of failure of their obedience chips.

Anyway, Calcaterra has to remain poised on his toes all week. No way to relax, really, however decadent he might want you to think he is. On the other hand, when March rolls around and Craig has had quite enough thank you of that unnatural midwestern meteorological aberration they call winter, and he has a little time to kill before the training camps bloat up with hopefuls, comebacks, reclamations and wannabes, we’ll probably find some nice little Cuban cafe to hole up in for a couple of hours down here in Macondo, I’ll have three more jokes that could get him fired if repeated, and then we’ll wander over to the multimedia Scroogeworld exhibit over by the rapidly metastasizing Macondo Banana Massacre Field and show Craig firsthand the lengths Scrooge McLoria will go to to sucker the locals into coughing up the shekels for those weird partial season plans with which the Feesh keep coming up.