It is the yin and yang of life. The Schnell’s FAU Fighting Owls snag the Motown Bowl. I’m the only player that gets it right with Joey The Vig. So, being a skeptical sort, not to mention a fellow who likes to keep all the lettuce, Joey The Vig wonders what I knew that nobody else, including himself, did? He calls to congratulate me and asks a few probing questions. There’s an edge in his voice. That’s only the beginning.

Pat White leads West Virginia back over Carolina. I had it.

Florida State dismantles the Badgers. I had it.

Cal holds on when Miami’s frosh QB self destructs in the 4th quarter. I had it for a sweep of Saturday. Not the kind of run that puts a smile on Joey The Vig’s memorable face.

Then comes a knock on the door. At the same time Joey The Vig calls and wonders if I’d be so kind as to put up his “cousin” for a day or two while he’s visiting in town. Joey The Vig doesn’t take no for an answer.

When I asked my new guest’s name, the fellow says, “Just call me Slice. You got anything to munch on in the fridge?” He pulls out a blade from his coat to carve some leftover steak from a visit to Jeff Ruby’s. When I ask him what brings him to town, he mumbles something that sounds eerily like “just slicin’ and dicin’.”

When I try to make conversation, he advises “Joey’s got some questions to which he’d like some answers. But I’m tired. We’ll talk in the morning. Where’s the shower? I need to clean up before bed.”

I think I’ll try to get some sleep myself. Fat chance.

– Seedy K