Even after a much-needed day to collect our thoughts, and recover from hangovers induced by drinking away our sorrows, there are all kinds of nasty things we could say about Saturday night's debacle. We could harp about an offence that neither runs the ball nor stretches the field, meaning that the zone defence used by our rec league team could probably stop it. Or the sudden inability of Robert Baker to hold onto the ball. Or the curious decision to keep Bashir Levingston planted on the bench for most punts, so that Keith Stokes can chug forward four yards. Or just that flu-ridden Pinball playing by himself against the Lions might seriously have produced a closer result.

But this isn't Ticats.ca, where a losing record is enough to prompt a campaign against the owner who saved your team from extinction three years ago. This is Boatmenblog, where we refuse to let a little thing like a 2-4 record get in the way of a good time.

So from this point forward, be it resolved that those three hours on Saturday never happened. There. Presto. Gone. Expunged from our memory.

Now, we only remember the far more enjoyable post-game scene at The Loose Moose, where a table of journalists, fans and the occasional blogger was many pitchers in when Geroy Simon wandered into the bar, sporting a pair of shades and followed by something that might have qualified as an entourage. We recall for some reason saluting Geroy as we wandered past his table; we also recall him being polite enough to bid adieu as he wandered by our table on his way out. Oh, and there was also that slightly uncomfortable moment when we were introduced to Brent Johnson and Buck Pierce, inexplicably chose to compliment the third-string quarterback rather than last year's CFL sacks leader on his play, and then commenced a lengthy ramble on the merits of Boatmenblog - only to have them turn back to their game of Golden Tee. Not that we can honestly say we blame them.

So, yeah...it was a productive night. And the good news is, this week promises to be all the more so, culminating in a road trip to Montreal for Thursday night's date with the Als. Admittedly, that game might be ugly enough that it'll require a hypnotist to get it out of our heads. But don't think that'll stop us from going with the Argos in this week's picks.