OK, here's an early holiday gift for all you tragic, literal, Nobel prize-winning, athletic narratorial, iceberg theory kind of members out there. Do like Ernest Hemingway as pictured to the left in the John Bryson photograph, putting a swinging foot to an ersatz can, thereby giving it something interesting (trajectory) and the rest of us a bye (freedom from the game). This week there'll be a lot of tin-toned oafs screaming for a good let-fly, so do like Papa: don't let sleeping cans lie, bid them a firm addio alle armi, and bellow olly-olly-oxen-free. Guaranteed, your big game self will feel less like the old man and more like the sea.