During today's lovely Live Blog, the tennis got a wee bit boring and so, as is the Forty Deuce way, the chat devolved into a game of Marry, Boff, Kill. Someone posed the ever impossible trifecta of Judy, Maggie, or Andy. After much thought (2 seconds) I settled on my answer: Marry Judy, boff Maggie, kill Andy.
I stand by my answer:
And let's not getting into the fact that I committed to effing a dog. The dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.