Yesterday I spent a few hours sitting at a curbside diner in a sleepy one-horse town. I’d just begun enjoying the local specialty, Ketchup, Rubber Buns and Liquor when all of a sudden every head turned toward the front door. In walked the Techmo Bowl Champion, and he sat down on an empty stool right next to mine. Panicked, I turned to him and said, “Food’s pretty good here.” He simply replied, “No Shit, Sherlock.”