I think, though, they were kinda doing those projects almost “on the sly”; if they had just allowed themselves to be open about it—planned a break—instead, feelings could have been spared. I dunno.

Deep cut, but I heartily approve.

Do it after hours . . .

Naw. Fuck the Saints too.

Imho, the shame of it all is that, despite crafting just about all of the blueprints for “how to be a rock band”, they didn’t think up “we can do solo albums and then come back together” . . .

This is, of course, the correct take.

Oh, for sure, but for the American cinema of the 1960s to show that? I mean, we’re talking about the same studio system (while decaying) that put out “The Green Berets” at the time, after all. I did miss that it was “The Hot Rock” being referred to, obvs, so mea culpa, seriously. (At the same time, casting Redford in…

It’s additive. Or maybe multiplicative. In either case, unless either of us can read minds, we really can’t know for a fact.

The 3rd G stands for “asshole!”

You know, like how an NFL team deals with its players anyone.

Pretty much, except for the fact that Jake Busey isn’t a jackhole, while the other three . . .

The point is that the defense broke down because of all the O maneuvering.

George Blanda was my favorite player growing up; completely awesome. (Yes, I’m old. Which might explain me being a Raiders fan, too . . .)

Sadly, we don’t seem to be that lucky here . . .

Well, after all the right people get paid, what’s the point?

I thought you were going to say “banana.”

Living the dream. Through their girls. They don’t want to know those answers. Reprehensible.

We played something nearly identical to that, too (we called it “boundary ball” for reasons lost to antiquity.) The “out” people could not only catch the balls, if they hit an “in” person knocking them out, they could come back “in.” So everybody was always involved, and you had to be watching and running back/forth…

Bergman. I call him “Plot Thief” because of this.

So, starter from game 2 on?