So many mixed emotions coming out of Saturday's game. We're borderline euphoric, obviously, at the Argos' complete anihilation of the Als - especially those of us who sat through that debacle in Montreal a few weeks ago. But we're also completely terrified at the prospect of Frank D'Angelo being a good luck charm.

For the record, we booed D'Angelo's entire halftime "show." We booed every Steelback ad. We wound up with much of the rest of our section booing him, too, for which we'd like to take some credit. And at one point, having had a few beers, we might have stood up, borrowed a page from former San Francisco mayor Willie Brown, and loudly pronounced D'Angelo an "embarrassment to humankind."

But there's no denying it: The Argos came out for this game looking as jacked as we've ever seen them. So we have to consider the possibility, however slim, that it was D'Angelo's lounge-lizard take on O Canada - the one in which he inexplicably added an extra line at the end, just to torture us - that did the trick. Or at least, as commenter GoGades has already suggested, that Frank is the Argos' new good-luck charm.

Being generous, fair-minded sorts, there's only one solution we can think of. A short drive down the highway, there's a team struggling far worse than the Argos. A team so bad that we really do think Pinball might be able to beat them playing on his own, even if he was shrunken, nauseous or forced to use Kent Austin as his offensive coordinator. A team that's already fired its coach and released its #1 receiver, leaving it perilously low on options.

And so, good people of Hamilton, we offer you our good luck charm. Treat him gentle, and don't worry about having to pay his backup singers - as far as we can tell, their microphones aren't plugged in. As an added bonus, he can probably call a better offensive game than Joe Paopao. Our sole condition is that you keep him locked in a cage somewhere, unable to ever set foot within Toronto city limits again.

No need to thank us. Honest.