It was a wise man who once wrote "redemption is only a fresh roll of quarters away." It was also a wise man who once wrote "The drumming on the new Phish album will be just fine...in fact it will be even better than fine." A wise man wandered into the woods one day and thought to himself, "The winds of change pass over all things and nothing goes untouched. Surely the high score on a Galaga machine is no different. It too in time will pass back to its original creator. There can only be one G.O.D. and only he, in the end, can possess the highest of scores on the very machine, Galaga, which he may as well have created." Certainly that was a very wise man who thought that, but not as wise as the man who wrote, "My diagnosis as a professional doctor is that Brad Sands is suffering from delusions of grandeur. He is liable to make claims to any number of championships, accomplishments, triumphs, and/or high scores. In his current state, he can be relied on for very little in the way of accurate information. His particular case is so overwhelming that personally I wouldn't put much stock in his ability to reasonably describe a simple week or few days of his life. Even asking him to tell you how the corn was for dinner last night would be asking too much."

"My recommendation is to just not listen to him at all and pretend he's not there." The testimony of wise men abounds. Of course, the wisest of all men said nothing because he just knew that to say anything would only lead to progress which would lead to someone owning everything and the whole world getting destroyed.
[Editor's Note: Several days after submitting his column, Brad Sands performed what's known in coin-op parlance as a "rollover." That is, Sands, exceeding the 6-digit score capability of the machine, rolled his score over from 999,990 to 0. Sands noted that Fish also had a 'rollover.' That is, he rolled over and quit."]