Somebody alluding to the plight of the roostermeister? I have long ago reconciled (resigned) myself to the fact that my West Coast roosters will remain right where they -- and that my East Coast roosters will continue to, er, uh, roost right here. If My Cousin Vinny can retire from show business, so can I. When I hit the Big Seven-O next month, I will throw in the towel (unofficially relinquish my stranglehold on 🐓 across the street) and allow the young whippersnappers to experience a rare luxury: Hope that they, too, can become viable contenders. Quoting Tony Montana in the 1983 movie, "Scarface,"... "My gift to you."