Naturally, we're in a pretty good mood to start the week. The Argos are in first, Damon is finally spreading the ball around a bit, we're only four days from the next home game, and the karma police have already started catching up with the Lions after Wally Buono went all Mike Martz ten days ago. It's just, we'd be even happier if not for some unpleasant information we received a few days ago.

See, while the Argos were heading west last week to take on the Eskimos, our man Frank D'Angelo was heading west for a far more sinister purpose - to torment the men and women who've been nobly representing our country overseas.

Now, we won't claim to speak for our troops. But all we can say is that, if we were returning home from doing battle with the Taliban, we'd want to be greeted by our family. Then we'd want to get home, reconnect with our friends, and enjoy the comforts of, um, not being in Afghanistan. What we would not want, under any circumstances, would be to spend two nights listening to Frank D'Angelo and the Steelback 2-4 "entertain" us with their "music" - a tactic that would probably violate the Geneva Conventions if it were employed by enemy forces.

Then again, we'd probably be too busy trying to figure out why our own country was trying to poison us with "ample quantities of Steelback beer" to even notice the music.