We got up a Frisbee game in the pouring rain and driving wind tonight. I'm Positively Glowing. At the end, when we were all collapsed in a muddy heap in the green room, Colin sort of rolled over, eyed the crowd, and murmured, "Was it good for you?" 'Frisbee sex' jokes ensued. I missed a couple easy throws, but made up for them with several diving saves and four touchdown catches. We finally quit around 6, covered tip to toe in mud and soaked to the skin, and staggered inside to sponge off and change for the show. Never been so glad to have hot showers in the dressing rooms.