Who the Hell Cowls These Days?

Time is an artificial construct—until an escape room starts counting down, the clues arrive six minutes late, the dry-erase pen refuses to participate, and somebody expects you to know that Batman’s mask is technically a cowl. A pickle beer may also have been involved. Plus, yesterday’s 3-1 autopsy and four new picks.

My Rock

Dinosaurs had it first. Then came cowboys. Eventually somebody discovered zoning, luxury condos, premium rock experiences and three pricing tiers. Meanwhile, I accidentally bet the wrong side of our football handicap and somehow went 3-0.