This is why I love reading Andy Ihnatko's blog. The posts may not be frequent, but when they do hit my screen, well to borrow an Andyism, they're pure Tabasco.
I get that exact same reaction every time I read about poker. I try to parse sentences like "There I was, sitting on a soft taco, my mouth full of cheese, just praying that on the next Zorro I'd finally see some Scotts Turf Builder Plus," and it's like I'm looking at crop circles: I don't know whether I'm seeing evidence of a higher intelligence at work, or if someone's just putting me on.
Pssst.... Wil, hey Wil.... I think he's talking about you.