Oooo...ooo. I think I know what it is, I think I know what it is! Please, please, please, please be what I think it is. Dear man in the sky. I'll eat all my vegetables and promise not swear if Valuegolf and Hireko produce what I think they're going to produce. And I promise not to buy any more golf stuff for myself until I see if I'm right or not (sorry, man in sky, that comment is more for my wife than for you, but she's pretty powerful, too). Come on, man in the sky. Ya screwed me on the playmate for my birthday thing (that one was for you, not my wife -- we'll keep that one to ourselves), so don't let me down now!