I had a weird dream last night. On the golf course -- see, this is weird already, because I agree with Mark Twain that "golf is a good walk spoiled"... I'm not sure whether I was playing or spectating, but somebody missed a moderately easy putt. Suddenly, Howard Dean (?!?!) announced that he would show us how it's done. He putted the ball hard and fast from a far edge of the green (or maybe even the fringe) and it zipped right into the hole, an improbably true shot for as fast as that ball was moving. And I was filled with an exultant feeling and cheered.