Venice. It's an early weekday morning, and I'll be honest: I'm not

looking my best. You know, it's in the morning. I'm walking the dog.

I'm not, you know, pitching. So I have on a pair of shorts that may be

tattered, and a t-shirt that may have been used, recently, to mop up

some kind of spill. But I repeat – I'm just walking the dog...