It’s father’s day. Go out and play some golf, basketball, chess, contract bridge, dungeons and dragons, or even Wii with your old man. It’s on days like this where I wonder what happens to Frank and Scott Layden. I’m sure Scott is trying to look at some scouting film and his dad is somehow getting barbeque sauce over his notes. Also I can see Frank wearing Lederhosen for some reason. It just, I dunno, completes the picture. More syncopation next week.