I've been stumped for two days since every train of thought eventually turns to camp, and every camp thread veers off into a dozen different directions. So I've decided to take the one that has recurred most often and been the most vivid. Last year I thought the most violent and competitive battles would be Smart vs. Bradley and Sullinger vs. Bass. The first seemed a candidate for death match in the octagon; and the other more like a battle of the leviathans. They were both great examples of why I would gladly sacrifice tickets to the December games for a pass to all the October workouts; sometimes the magic in the kitchen is even more satisfying than the final product on the table.