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Just to torture Mike:

As you lay down to sleep tonight, imagine the sight, sound, smell, taste and even touch of a big, raw perfectly aged and seasoned Angus ribeye hitting the grill. You Pittsburgh the ***** out of it on both sides, then slap it on a plate. To eat it, you have two well-sharpened knives...no fork, just knives. You can hold the big blackened bloody flap of meat still by staking it with one knife while you slice off big chunks to cram into your waiting, salivating, gaping maw with the other. Ice cold Miller Lite (Hey I'd drink Opus I but its your fantasy) is iced down in a bucket, waiting for you to gulp down greedily.

Now that's what I call a devil's advocate...