Wayne has always been revered as a paragon of chivalrous behavior. He once lay across a muddy puddle to allow an elderly lady with a sack of groceries safe passage. (She then hopped in her Desoto and backed over him.) When our captain overheard his charges referred to as uncouth, he took immediate action. He put down the chicken bone he was picking his tooth with, buttoned up the bibs halfway, and appointed Wayne the Director of Protocol. Wayne promptly submitted an application for the whole team to play in Wimbleton. (It was rejected because they don't play full contact tag team tennis.)Our team, under Wayne's tutelage, has developed a sense of etiquette. Sack dances are down by 7%, moon walking at change overs has been reduced, and light beer is no longer considered a sports drink. Even with a lime. Wayne's a mean guy.