This is about the closest thing you can get to Sturgis (South Dakota) in Washington.

I'm good. I'm ready to go. It's playoff time. Any injuries you have to you have to just throw out the window.

I've gotten lit up a few times. I'm not ashamed to admit it. It's 11-on-11, full speed. You've got to get him before they get you.

You get the crowd pumping, you get momentum and you feel there's nothing the offense can do to stop you.

The questions continue to grow. The doubts are beginning to drown out the assurances. For every insistence from Washington that the weapons of mass destruction case against Iraq is sound comes a counterpoint from the field -- another dry hole, another dead end.

While Washington hath left His awful memory, A light for after times.