Four claret shirts surround one creamsicle and BAM! Shows over. Brilliant strike. Time to crack open another beer and chill in the back yard. No use losing sleep over this one. One more thing: Thank God(s) for Nick Rimando. How many times have those very words traversed my scattered mind? How many synapses have fired in the name of? We sing these praises, oh Lord, and glory in His name.