Well Bob, I knew it, just be nice once and a retired Chi com lawnmower shill from Lame Duck, Indiana has to horn in. I thought the medics had given you enough thorazine that the "Norman" thing would have subsided by now, but alas it's not helping is it.
We would have loved to have you and the lovely Mrs. Beagle Master in town at the same time, and I would have 'popped' for the tickets, but you disappeared from the boards for so long we thought the worst may have happened and the black Helo's got you!
Your name was however brought up while we were at a game in reference to the hunting trip that we never took. J.B. was extremely disappointed that he didn't have a shot (so to speak) at your witty banter for that weekend. If I may suggest, it would be real pleasure to have you, J.B. Donna, and yes the Gimp and Red (and wives) as well in for a kick back weekend of fun and frivolity at the Schaeffley brewery ET AL (fall flavors such as pumkin beer) coming in September.
J.B. knows the way, Gimp and Red can find me, and for Bob, well just follow "Norman's" nose.