Verne: Tim, it’s great to have you guys with us, it really is. And I look forward to tonight when I know you’ll be the first to pull out your credit card.

Verne: This is no night for the squeamish.

What does this mean? Verne is 68, so you wouldn’t expect him to be out too late. But for some reason, I’m picturing an up-all-night Lundquist opening his hotel room door in nothing but an open bathrobe and some tighty whiteys, holding a loaded handgun while a couple of hookers are passed out on the bed. The room is littered with empty whiskey bottles and there are a few lines of cocaine next to a bottle of Viagra on the glass coffee table.

Or is Lundquist talking about eating a steak dinner before hitting the sack no later than 9 PM?

I wish I knew what he was up to tonight.