Tonight is opening night for Faust, which by coincidence is my favorite opera.  It's about a guy who sells his soul to the devil for a winning football team -- no, that's the opera about the guy over on Figueroa.  This is about a guy who sells his soul for youth.  Anyway, it's opera number 51 for me, and I am just as nervous as I was for opera number one a long time ago.  If I survive the ordeal, I'll be back late late tonight.  If the Maestro shoots me (and that's not altogether out of the question), I'll be bleeding Bruin Blue.