It was in the embarrassing instant after I tossed up my second three in as many trips to the line and as Steve Brown completed the calculus required to determine I was still 495 points away from finishing, that the image of the "Man With No Name" invaded my memory. That's what we called him in junior high school anyway. It was an odd moment really. Entirely out of place. "Definitely" would say the Rainman that was Dustin Hoffman.