From listener Mike Wills.
Now when I play Tetris, the Tetris God is not some mumbling-wanna be-Cylon-hybrid. It’s a little devil that peeks over your shoulder and waits for you to stack up half the screen and then waits some more for your hands to get clammy. Only then will it send a dozen useless pieces before deeming you worthy of a single line piece.
Marv
