Okay, I'm up for this, although I can't see any value to this thread, since it's not really lottery related, but only an invitation to a personal attack on a fellow member.
Despite whatever Goose's physical age might be, in my opinion he has contributed a great deal to this forum and openly shared his ideas and experiences. You never have to wonder about his ulterior motives; Goose calls 'em like he sees 'em, and I like that. I would rather someone tell me directly what's on their mind, good or bad, than go behind my back and flame me with useless and idiotic polls that serve no purpose.
If someone who disagrees with your opinions gets on your nerves, that's your problem; don't drag the rest of us into it. Goose is entitled to his shortfalls, as any of us are. If the main argument is simply that he's youthful, I would surmise that if we all try to remember what we were like way back when, we might not be so quick to criticize. If it's spelling or grammar you're complaining about, puh-leeze... most people on this forum post as though we're writing an email to a close friend, so why not include us in your little data collection?
Those of you who know me will appreciate the following story; those who don't can post a poll and flame away...
Years ago two opposing tribes inhabited the same remote island, which was covered by a thick jungle. The king of the Red Tribe had a solid gold throne in his grass hut, and the king of the Blue Tribe wanted it desperately. The Blue King would stage sporadic raids on the Red kingdom, killing a few at a time. Sadly, as the years went by, the Red faction was diminished to a point where they could barely defend themselves against these attacks. The Red King decided there was only one course of action; he would hide his throne and retreat into the jungle with his remaining subjects until it was safe to return. He tied a long vine around the gilded prize and had it hoisted high into the trees above his hut, and went to live on the other side of the island. Several years went by and word finally came that the Blue King had died, so the Red King gathered his subjects and returned home. He couldn't wait to resume his coveted seat, and ordered some men to remove the roof of his hut and lower his throne to the floor. The roof was taken off in short order and carefully laid aside. Five of his strongest warriors climbed a tree to lower the throne, as it was very heavy, and the king stood below to ensure its proper placement. When the men in the tree grabbed the vine, though, it suddenly snapped, having been weakened by years of sun and rain. Standing below with upraised arms, the king received his throne just as suddenly, and was instantly killed.
The moral of this story?
People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
A word to the wise...