I remember those cheers - they still ring in my ears after years, they remain in my thoughts. Go to one night I took off my robe, and what'd I do? I forgot to wear shorts. I recall every fall every hook, every jab - the worst way a guy can get rid of his flab. As you know, my life wasn't drab. Though I'd rather hear you cheer when you delve... Though I'd rather hear you cheer when I delve into Shakespeare: "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse", I haven't had a winner in six months.