Thanks for the hearty welcome, everyone.
I've noticed that, just like our salad days of ASL and cheap beer, my friend is STILL kicking my ass.
The problem is not his mastery of the game, sadly. That would be something I could level the field. Rather, the problem is his superior tactics. He seems to flank me every way I turn...his guns outpower mine in every encounter...and his subject lines are always wittier. Damn him and his sausage breath!
Anyway, we're having a good time.
Pete, pvt.