Great!

So you've made it past the first line of defense, eh? Picked your way through the concertina wire…hurdled those tank traps…tiptoed through the minefield and waded up onto this remote and forbidding shore, cyber lair of the dreaded Brahms' 3rd Racket…Welcome!

Perhaps you've come seeking explanation for the preceding image, in which the instigator of these pages bares his figurative ass at groupthink, flaunting what must be construed as a less than respectful attitude toward TEAMS, TEAMWORK, TEAM SPIRIT, TEAMMATES, TEAM PLAYERS, TEAMINESS, TEAMWORTHINESS, TEAMSUREDENESS, and any other permutation of that dubious word. Which may have prompted you to say to yourself:

"Gee, I've always loved being part of a team. Cub Scout jamborees were the best! Peewee soccer was awesome, too. Alpha Alpha Alpha is where I met my biggest, bestest, bosom buddies for life. Nowadays I enjoy teambuilding paintball outings with the crew from the office. And who can deny the great networking benefits I reaped upon joining Concerned Young Democrats Against Artificial Sweeteners? Synchronized Dick Sucking makes the long, cold winters bearable. So what the heck does this prick with the mannequins have against teams?"

read on...           get to the music, already!