It was a dark, and stormy night... or more likely, an every day Friday afternoon when word that I was finally in reached me. The feeling is something like being a little kid just about to open the first of their birthday presents - excitement and apprehension rolled into one. Just as I was about to tear into it, I recalled that I had already made plans to go out for the evening and catch a movie... yikes, there goes my time to reacquaint myself with playing before having to make tonight's All Call. It was looking like my crash course was going to be just that, accentuated by the sound of me crashing face first in the dirt. Surely, that wasn't the kind of grandiose return I had planned on?