And the prophesy did say that one day, a man would come who rolled upon his back while air-guitaring, stood on his mighty feet and stomped like a goose, then bobbed his head with a woman of his choosing like some drunken, magnificent chicken.

Did we cheer when this prophesy, in the year two thousand and ten, did come true.

We did cheer.

I don’t know about you, but I could go for some nuggets. Like right now.