One day I hope to make Greased Weasel the name of a real card. (Although don't hold your breath.) And just as you can't stop the Greased Weasel, neither can you stop this column from ending. (Okay that segue gets a D-.)
Yes, it's time to extract yourself from my warped mind. (Who knew the Three Stooges played Magic?)
But don't worry I'll be back next week with a new and different column.
Until then, may your weasel always be greased (okay, that sounds kind of dirty, but I honestly don't mean it to).