Consider this my Cheyenne-styled stunt for the day: “I met you before the fall of Rome. And I begged you to let me take you home. You were wrong, I was right. You said goodbye, I said goodnight.” Those of you with sharper craniums will be able to pick up on the not-so-subtle allusion. I have to play word games for the time being, because many of you couldn't handle the truth directly if I shared it today. Perhaps in two weeks, I'll be able to explain more. It has nothing to do with a specific person, either. Good news. Very good news.