Then the conversation turns to Pawlenty's budget, and the effects it will have on medical treatment of the mentally ill in Minnesota...until Stewart stands up, sits down on Newberg, and lets loose a juicy one.
"That looked like a lap dance," I say.
"I thought it was, and then it got ugly," says Newberg.
At that point, Payne suddenly and inexplicably slaps Malmberg's arm.
"Carissa's in the game!" Malmberg cries.
And soon, these five smart heads on five healthy bodies are explaining to me that some of them have, for more than a decade now, played a running game that involves the boys swatting one another's balls. Payne, who is at an obvious advantage in this sport, is just now finally joining the fun.
"If you're in the game once," she says, "you're in it forever."