Damn your eyes, you beat me to it!
True story: I once mistakenly referred to Flames prospect Pavel Brendl as “Pavel Grendl”; the guy next to me at the poker table, Doc, guffawed in Harvard and said something like “if you think he’s good, you should see his mother!”
We met when I was trying to break into the social group of high limit players in the local public game, and I heard him openly wonder to the waitress how “special” the Daily Special could be, if it was prime rib three days in a row.
I piped up with “surely by now, they’re on to secondary rib?”
He guffawed loudly and asked the waitress for an order of “tertiary rib”, lol. Of course she rolled her eyes, just like when I’d wind him up and get him referring to Banh Mi as a “French Indo-Chinese sub”
Hey, look, we tipped the waitresses well, and we were the only two players NOT sexually harassing them, so cut us some slack