OK. I'll concede. You did win for your magical skills of prediction...and, you offered me such a nice pic of beer-be-que. I win for calling it "beer-be-que."Hah!
I win!
You merely thought of it....a rather pedestrian task.
But I performed the stellar & magical task of predicting it!
Now I must rest up for the event by taking a short nap. All this winning has got me plumb tuckered out.
Naps rule.
Naps are cool.
Just be sure you don't drool.