OK ... let me set the scene:

It's 8 am in New York City.

Y5k has just woke regretting those five thick beers at the sports bar ... then shutters, reaches for the blackberry and races to NBA.com.

No, it wasn't a dream or drunken delusion; we smashed the HEAT last night and held Mr. Dwayne Wade to 12 points.

What a game!

Too on topic?

OK ... let me set the scene:

It's 8:12 am in New York City.

Y5k has just clickclacked on his typer and now must shower (use your imaginations), dress and drag his lovely self out to some Long Island town called Ronkonkoma for Turkey Day meal at a friend's parents' house. Ronkonkoma? Sounds like it belongs between Sandy and Government Camp with Zigzag and Rhoddaddenndronne (not even going to try correct spelling).

Too boring?

OK ... let me set the scene:

It's 8:17 am in New York City.

Y5k can feel the hangover rushing to the fore of his head. Confusion, panic.

What to do? Ah! Send a message to our Spanish friends:

Felize Turkeydad!