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That happened to me on one memorable occasion. My old Burmese Catso once singlepawedly ended the war on the Eastern Front with one massive offensive leap that completely scattered von Rundstedt's advance on Rostov and the oilfields in the south of Russia. Mind you, Zhukov's defending forces weren't in much better shape. Subsequently the conflict petered out in a truce where we called out for pizza and Coke. This was later dubbed the 'Peacemaker Move.'

Well, that's one way of getting rid of stones. Rather extreme, I'd say, but effective.

Additional about my son: I took him to see a game in the Astrodome in its last year of operation. That just happened to also be the night that the Dallas Stars won the Stanley Cup. Mrs. Prof wasn't too interested in the game or the dome (i.e., been there, done that), so she went around trying to find out what the score of the Stars game was. When the Astros game was over, we rushed to our hotel and put on the Stars game. Overtime after overtime followed until Brett Hull's goal (IT WAS A GOOD GOAL) won the game for the Stars. Lots of whooping and hollering followed that as well. So, imagine that - being a kid, seeing the Eighth Wonder of the World, and having your team win the Stanley Cup, all in the same night. He must have been awed on many levels. He also saw the Astros in their first year at their new stadium (formerly Enron, now Minute Maid Park). I made sure he bookended the Astros' homes.

Yeesh. Killer combination. I'm reminded of the time where my wife was dealing with the aftereffects of a root canal which also set off a migraine. She was not happy. I put her to bed and spent the rest of the day quietly tending to her needs and seeing to it that she was hydrated and fed. As an aside, she made the remark that twelve year old Glenlivet may not make the pain go away, but it does make it so you don't mind it as much.

Still giddy over the Houston Astros winning the World Series last night. Funny story: I talked to my son about him taking me to the doctor on Friday in Mrs. Prof's stead. I asked if he'd be watching the World Series game. He said he'd "probably crash after the 3rd inning." After the game, my phone rang—it was him, per Caller ID. Instead of "Hello," I answered, "So, did you crash out during the third inning?" (Note: the Astros scored all five runs in the first 2 innings.) His reply: "HELL NO!", followed by much laughter. We watched the award presentations on the phone together. Lots of giggling of happiness. (I should also explain that the first pro baseball game I ever saw was in the Astrodome as a small child, with the Astros vs. someone. I was an Astros fan immediately. That carried down the generation to my son.)

THE HOUSTON ASTROS ARE WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THEIR FRANCHISE FORMED BACK IN 1962!!!