You show up, you wade in, you get wet, you sniff some fresh new asses. Inevitably you're seen as a lovable dumb goof, and that's by your friends. As for others, who knows what they think—things move far too fast to dwell on it. You try not to trounce or be trounced—(Hey, there's a stick!) Judgment? You need only know when you're impossibly outmatched, and when the advantage is certainly yours. Everything in between is just on the way to eat or sleep. Attaboy, Charlie.