In the event there's anyone left in the poker world who has any doubt whatsoever about the greater skill level involved in pot-limit and no-limit than in limit poker, all that holdout need do is look at the final tables we've had at the 2001 World Series of Poker.

Virtually every pot-limit and no-limit event has featured a star-studded finale, and many of the limit events have been filled with talented but relatively unknown players. Today's $3,000 entry Pot-Limit Hold'em finale proved no exception, with a final table that might have been the best we've yet seen at the WSOP; I'd rate it a virtual dead heat against the field we had in the $2,000 No-Limit Hold'em Event.

When we started play today with 10 minutes left on the clock at the $1,500-3,000 blind level, the seats and chip counts were

As Jeff Shulman, Paul Phillips, Diego Cordovez and I looked at the board listing these names, Jeff said, "This is a sick final table" and I agreed.

"Nine names up there," I said, "and the only one whose history I don't know is Irish (McGee, who has resided in London for the last 30 years)."

In case you haven't read my reports before, I have an extraordinary amount of respect for the Irish players in pot-limit and no-limit. Ever since they entered three players in the 1999 Big One and all three were still left when seven players remained, with Noel Furlong winning and knocking out his two countrymen along the way, I've kept my eyes on them, and I've personally been knocked about by one or two of them in tournaments since. They got game.

It turned out I was correct to give McGee respect off his pedigree, because I found out he has won 220 tournaments in Europe over the last eight years, and he played like it today.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

It didn't take long for the fur to start flying with this group. On hand four, Juanda, one of the hottest players in poker right now, raised it to $8,000 under the gun, and Tsiprailidis raised back $17,500 from the big blind. Juanda gave him that great stare of his, and Chris said cheerily, "Don't give me that look."

Juanda pushed all his chips toward the center, a $28,000 raise, and because he and Tsiprailidis had started the tournament with exactly the same chip count, it didn't take Chris long to figure out that a call would break him if he lost. He mucked, and Juanda showed A-A, a nice way to get rolling.

The clock buzzed after hand eight, and the blinds moved up to $2,000-4,000, allowing an initial raiser to make it as much as $14,000 to go.

On hand 16, Juanda popped it again, this time $12,000 from the button, and Roberts, sitting in the big blind, read him for a steal, and played back at him with an all-in raise of $37,000. You have to move your chips in pot-limit, but Roberts had picked a bad time. Juanda called immediately and flipped over A-K, while all Roberts could show us was Kh-6h.

The 2h-8d-10h flop gave Roberts new hope with a flush draw, but he never got there, and exited ninth at 4:35 p.m.

ROWE CONFIRMS ZOLOTOW'S READ

On the very next hand, Rowe, an acquaintance of mine from my Esalen days, opened for $13,000, and the short-stacked Zolotow looked at him long and hard from the button, a good 30 seconds, before he tossed his hand away. Everyone else folded, and Rowe showed K-K.

Paul Rowe was sitting at the final table of this event, and has won a lot more tournaments than I have, and I like the guy a lot too, so maybe I should keep my mouth shut, but I've never understood showing cards in a situation like this. Zolotow had made it very clear he was trying to size Rowe up, eventually decided Rowe had a big hand, and tossed his own away, and then Rowe confirmed that Stevie Z had read him perfectly.

I asked Phillips, another rising star, about this, as he was sitting right behind me.

"In general, I understand why players want to show good hands," Phillips said. "You almost never want action on your hands, you'd prefer to just take the pot, so it's good to be able to show people you're raising with real hands. But I agree with you here, in a situation where someone is clearly trying to read you, I don't think it's a great idea to give them free information."

ACE ON THE FLOP NO CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR REINDEER

On hand 29, the still-short Zolotow raised it to $14,000 in middle position, and Ian "Reindeer" Dobson, the Lapworth, England native who'd made a big splash in the Poker Million, coming third, moved over the top of him. Z only had enough chips to call $5,000 of the raise, and they turned 'em over: J-J for Dobson, Ac-9c for Z, who was in big trouble with only one overcard. He hit it right away, though, and the A-8-7-4-9 board doubled him through the Reindeer.

A few hands later, the dealer accidentally flipped one of Z's cards partially into the air, and it wasn't clear whether the players at the other end of the table had seen it or not. Tournament Director Bob Thompson asked if anyone wanted to confess as to whether they'd seen it or not, and Tsiprailidis, who was cracking jokes throughout the day, said, "Yeah, I saw it, it was either the ace of diamonds or the king of clubs" (two cards that are about as dissimilar-looking as two card can be).

They gave Zolotow a replacement card, and wound up using the partially flashed 10d as the burn card. It wound up not mattering, except possibly to demonstrate to everyone how relaxed Tsiprailidis was.

On hand 39, Seidel, the biggest name at a table full of big names, raised the pot to $12,000 from late position, and Juanda re-raised $28,000 more from the small blind. Seidel let the hand go, and I made a margin note, "JJ's hour," meaning that Juanda had made by far the biggest and best move during the tournament's opening hour, and looked to be getting himself into position to dominate.

SO MUCH FOR THAT ASSESSMENT

Although it took a while, I found out that I should have scratched that note. (Hey, I tell you when I read someone right, and I tell you when I read a situation wrong.)

Juanda first lost a few chips on hand 43, when he raised it to $12,000, and McGee, who had been playing extremely solidly (he and Seidel had seemed to be the two players no one really wanted to mess with), called from the button. Both players checked the 2c-4h-Jc-10c-3h board the whole way. Juanda showed A-K, and McGee 8-8. Nothing wrong with the play on either side, but this was the first time anyone had grabbed any Juanda chips aside from his blinds.

We lost Rowe on the next hand, when he raised it to $12,000 from the small blind, and Seidel called from the big blind. Rowe bet his last $11,000 in the dark, and Seidel waited to see the 4s-2s-Kc flop to call. Kh-Qh for Erik, As-9d for Rowe, and Seidel got some unwanted help with the Ks on the turn, tripping him up but giving Rowe a flush draw. A harmless Jd hit the river, and Rowe was eighth.

HEY, ITZA THE BESTA HANDA

On hand 48, Tsiprailidis raised it to $14,000 one off the button, and Goldstein, sitting in the big blind, popped the burly Greek back for $30,000 more. Chris smiled, turned his K-7 offsuit over for everyone to see as he mucked it, and said, "Hey, it's the best hand. I knew you was a gonna do it."

Everyone cracked up, and Goldstein said with an equally big smile, "But you couldn't help yourself anyway."

Juanda's path to doom started in earnest on hand 55, when Tsiprailidis raised it to $14,000, again from one off the button, and this time Juanda "was the one to do it," re-raising $28,000 more (a total of $42,000) from the button. Goldstein, who had come in as the chip leader and who had been playing relatively conservatively, didn't hesitate for very long in re-raising another $100,000.

Tsiprailidis mucked, Juanda looked at Goldstein for a while, and showed that he was throwing away another A-K. Goldstein never showed his hand, but later told me that "Juanda makes his living making moves in positions like that, and I owed him one. I couldn't imagine him calling unless he had kings or aces, and the chances are pretty good he doesn't have one of those two hands."

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN A POKER PLAYER IS LYING…?

Goldstein wouldn't say what he held, but of course, even if he did say, we couldn't know if he was telling the truth even if he did talk, something Zolotow confirmed in a pretty funny way when he immediately said, "Yes, in case it ever comes up, I lie about 70% of the time when I'm talking about poker situations, and this sentence might be part of the 70%," just about the kind of dry wit you'd expect from an intellectual who has both an MBA and a Masters in English, something he picked up at Columbia only because he wanted to study poetry writing with a famous teacher there, and the only way he could get into his classes was to take the Masters program.

Juanda found further trouble three hands later, again when Tsiprailidis raised a hand to $14,000. This time Juanda just flat called, and when the flop came 5-7-2, Tsiprailidis fired his last $10,000, and Juanda called quickly. Q-Q for Juanda, A-J for Tsiprailidis, but an ace hit the turn, and as Tsiprailidis collected the $54,000 pot, Juanda stood up and took a deep breath. Things had gone badly in a hurry.

Frequently, when a poker player experiences the kind of bad card luck Juanda had just experienced right after he's lost another pile of chips on what he has to suspect is a bluff, he wants to get those chips back in a hurry. Juanda has the sort of resume and reputation to make this less likely in his case, but three hands later, he raised it to $10,000 from the small blind, and Zolotow called from the big.

BAD BEAT LEADS TO BAD MOVE

The flop came 6s-8d-Qd, Juanda bet $20,000, Zolotow instantly moved all-in, a raise of only $6,000 more, and when Juanda was slow to call, we all knew he'd been caught stealing. The size of the pot made a call necessary, and Juanda turned over Ks-4h, while Zolotow showed top pair with Qh-Js. Juanda picked up two extra outs when a four hit the turn, but a deuce on the river doubled Z through, and left Juanda with only $28,000.

Two hands later, Juanda raised to $14,000 from one off the button, and McGee instantly moved in on him from the big blind. Juanda called. A-A for McGee, Ad-9s for Juanda, and the 6d-Qd-2s-4h board left him no outs. The first hour hand belonged to Juanda, but the final 15 minutes had belonged to everyone else, and Juanda exited seventh at 5:45.

The clock buzzed a couple of minutes later, and as everyone went on break, I estimated the chips at

Zolotow, $80,000
Goldstein, $231,000
McGee, $164,000
Dobson, $55,000
Seidel, $93,000
Tsiprailidis, $55,000

When the players returned, the blinds moved to $3,000-6,000, and everyone played very cautiously for about 20 hands at the new level. On hand 87, the two guys that nobody had wanted to play with much played with each other. McGee raised it to $18,000 from the button, and Seidel raised him back another $27,000 from the big blind. McGee considered for a few moments, and then flat called the bet.

The flop came 10s-Kc-2d, Seidel checked, McGee said $55,000, and Seidel said (by folding) sayonara.

We lost Dobson, who had played his short stack gamely and courageously throughout, a few hands later, when McGee limped in from the small blind and Dobson raised $12,000 from the big, with McGee calling. Both players checked the 6c-Jc-8d flop, and when the 2c hit the turn, McGee bet $15,000, and Dobson called. The Js hit the river, McGee, evidently miscounting Dobson stack, bet $16,000, and Dobson called, with $1,000 left.

McGee turned over As-2s, a pair of twos, and Dobson showed us an ace as he mucked his hand. His last chip went in as the small blind the next hand, and Tsiprailidis took out his 10-5 with A-K, Dobson exiting sixth at 6:40.

AND CRANK UP THE AIR CONDITIONING, TOO

It would have been nice for Dobson if he could have managed to win that confrontation, because on the very next hand, Zolotow made it $20,000 from two off the button, and Tsiprailidis moved all-in for $11,000 more from the big blind. "Start the car," Chris called to a friend, as Zolotow called, but it looked like a waste of gas for a while: Q-Q for Chris, A-K for Zolotow, and the board game down J-4-7-2-K to wash Tsiprailidis out in fifth at 6:41.

Only four hands later, McGee made it $18,000 from the small blind, and Seidel re-raised all-in for $31,000 more. McGee thought long and hard about it, but eventually called: As-5d for McGee, A-Q for Erik, who eventually won the hand and doubled through, but not until he had to sweat a scary 9s-Ks-Js flop, giving McGee the nut flush draw as well as his outs to a five.

Erik Seidel suddenly had almost $100,000, and no one at the table was happy to see that.

At hand 106, I estimated the chips at

Zolotow, $108,000
Goldstein, $250,000
McGee, $240,000
Seidel, $82,000

Things changed two hands later when Goldstein, the younger brother of tournament star Stan Goldstein and a top player in his own right, limped in from the small blind, McGee raised $12,000 from the big blind, and Goldstein called. Both players checked the Qd-6d-Ah flop, and Goldstein checked when the Kh hit the turn. McGee bet $6,000, and Goldstein immediately raised $30,000. McGee called, both players checked the 2c river, and Goldstein turned over K-7.

McGee showed A-4 to take the $72,000 pot, and we had a new chip leader. Tex Morgan whispered to me to say, "I don't know how well this Irishman plays, but I think Kenny has him set up to take him down for a big pot." I whispered back that this might be true, but I thought McGee could play plenty.

Zolotow decided to try McGee a few hands later, when he made it $18,000 from the button. Goldstein called from the small blind, and McGee asked how deep Zolotow was (how many chips he had). After getting a look, McGee decided to raise the maximum, $54,000.

THIS WAS EITHER A TELL, OR THE ROOM WAS GETTING HOT

Zolotow studied McGee, and so did I. I don't know if Z saw the same thing I did, that McGee's mildly pink complexion had gotten a lot redder, or if he just decided to go with his hand, but Z moved all-in for his last $11,000 more, Goldstein folded, and McGee called. As-9d for McGee, Js-Jc for Zolotow, and the Q-J-3 flop left McGee dead to a runner-runner straight. An ace on the turn left McGee no outs, and Zolotow had doubled through.

Never argue poker with a guy named Tex, I guess.

I mentioned the red face thing to Shulman, and he said "You can bet that Seidel saw that too, and filed it away."

McGee raised the very next hand from the small blind, and Seidel, perhaps operating on the "Juanda theory" (playing the situation, someone raising right after a tough hand), re-raised $30,000, and McGee let the hand go.

115 hands without a false move, and suddenly, McGee had found trouble. He didn't spin out of control, though. Three hands later, Seidel made it $18,000 under the gun, and McGee called from the big blind. The flop came Ac-Kc-8d, Seidel checked, McGee bet $25,000, and the lanky ex-stock trader called. The Jc hit the turn, and both players checked, although McGee took his time about it. The 5h hit the turn, Seidel checked again, McGee bet only $10,000 at an $86,000 pot, didn't redden one bit, and Seidel folded.

We hit the next scheduled break a few hands later, and I estimated the chips at

Zolotow, $185,000
Goldstein, $180,000
McGee, $240,000
Seidel, $70,000

We were scheduled to have the blinds move to $5,000-10,000, and all four players asked if they could slow it down to $4,000-8,000 instead. Thompson ruled against their request, not wanting to set a precedent that could slow down other events. He's willing to let players play faster (increase the blinds or make larger blind wagers, as Scotty Nguyen and Jim Lester did in their finish) if they unanimously agree, but not to slow the pre-printed structure. He did agree to allow 90-minute rounds instead of 80, and the players accepted this compromise.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Again we went almost 20 hands right after a break with relatively little activity, and then McGee showed that while Seidel might have been studying him, he'd been studying right back. On hand 141, McGee raised $15,000 from the small blind, and Seidel called. The flop came 6s-6h-Qs, McGee checked, Seidel bet $30,000. McGee raised $30,000 back, and got up from the table and started pacing as Seidel pondered his next move.

Seidel threw the hand away, and McGee came back to the table only briefly to flip over everyone's favorite bluffing hand today, K-7 offsuit, collect his chips, and then resumed pacing.

We lost Seidel only five hands later, when Erik raised the maximum out of the small blind and Zolotow re-popped him for his last few chips out of the big blind. As-5c for Seidel, Js-Qs for Zolotow, and for a while it looked like Seidel was going to double up. He had the lead going to the flop, and then on the 3s-2d-8s, he picked up a gutshot straight draw, while Zolotow picked up a flush draw. A three on the turn changed nothing, but the Z-man hit the Qh on the river, and one of poker's most intellectual players had eliminated another of his intellectual "I have a life outside of poker" brethren on hand 146.

The three remaining players took a short break, made a mutually agreeable deal (the only kind that's ever made) that reduced the amount of cash fluctuation volatility in the tournament at these high blind levels, and returned with the chip count now at

Zolotow, $225,000
Goldstein, $145,000
McGee, $310,000

Our next rock'em, sock'em hand came on #155, a three-way limper, when the flop came 10d-7c-8h. Z led out for $15,000, and McGee called. The 9c hit the turn, putting an open-ended straight on the board for anyone holding a jack or a six, Z led out for $35,000, and again McGee called. The Qs hit the river, Z led out one more time for another $35,000, and in a game where calling is pretty unusual compared to raising or folding, McGee called one more time.

Steve Zolotow turned over the 9d-7d for two pair, and McGee mucked. Z collected the $270,000 pot, $125,000 of which had been McGee's.

MOVING CHIPS MOVES GOLDSTEIN OUT

On the very next hand, Goldstein made it $30,000 to go from the small blind, and McGee called. The flop came 4-Q-9, and Goldstein moved all-in. McGee called instantly, and turned over Q-5 offsuit. Goldstein had been caught in a move at the pot, showing 7c-8c, and while a seven on the turn added a couple of outs, another nine on the river sent a disappointed Ken Goldstein out in third place. We were two-handed at 8:45 p.m.

Heads-up, the small blind goes on the button (SBB) and acts first before the flop but last after the flop. Zolotow had the lead, $405,000-$275,000 (the increase in chips in play from $678,000 to $680,000 coming from the race-off when they took the $1,000 chips off the table and replaced them with the $5,000 chips).

The first dozen hands or so of heads-up action produced mixed results, although I thought someone had inserted a 455 V-8 engine into McGee, who had removed his shoes and was pumping his legs like pistons under the table, sometimes in alternating beats and sometimes together. Before seeing Mike McGee, I thought Hassan Habib had the fastest feet in poker, but I believe Mike took the title away today.

MR. McGEE, START YOUR ENGINES

McGee added some turbo charging on hand 169, when, with $75,000 already in the pot and a board of 9c-Ah-Qs-6c, the 4c hit the river, Z bet $25,000, McGee raised back $100,000 more, and Z called. McGee turned over Jc-3c, a flush, and if Detroit could get its Pistons pumping like Mike McGee's legs were, they wouldn't have to bother holding the NBA playoffs.

A few hands later, I estimated the chips at

Zolotow, $150,000
McGee, $530,000

Zolotow looked to be in big trouble against a quality opponent holding a big stack, but he grabbed $50,000 back on the next hand, and then "the hand" changed everything.

Zolotow limped in from the SBB, and McGee raised $20,000. Zolotow called, and the flop came 4h-7d-9c. McGee checked, Zolotow bet $25,000, and in one of those zoom-zoom-zoom sequences where it's hard to tell exactly who was raising and who was calling, McGee shoved a big stack in, Zolotow shoved a bigger stack in, and McGee moved all the rest of his in.

A 49ER SAVES THE NEW YORKER

McGee turned over J-J, an overpair, but Zolotow turned over 4s-9s, two pair on the flop, and they held up. Z had doubled through, and led $460,000-$220,000.

McGee wasn't about to fall over, though. He stayed aggressive, and chopped his way closer, but then Zolotow trapped him on hand 188. Both players limped in pre-flop, and we saw the 8s-Kh-6c. McGee bet $10,000, and Z called. The 6s hit the turn, McGee again led out for $10,000, and again Z called. A harmless looking 10h hit the river, McGee led out for another $15,000, and Z zoomed in for a $75,000 raise.

The pistons fell silent as McGee pondered this development, and he decided to call. Zolotow turned over K-Q, and McGee showed us 10-9, the "harmless" ten on the river costing him at least the $75,000 raise he called on the end, and perhaps the full $90,000.

IT LOOKED LIKE THE FLOP HELPED, BUT…

McGee was back down to $135,000, and he limped in from the SBB the next hand. The flop came 8h-6c-9h, Z checked, McGee bet $15,000, Z raised the $50,000 maximum, and McGee shoved his last few chips in. I thought it was over when Zolotow turned over 8-6 for two pair, but McGee turned over 10-7 for a straight, a gigantic flop for both players, and when Z couldn't fill up, McGee had $270,000.

Hand 191 proved decisive, although not technically conclusive. Zolotow limped from the SBB, McGee raised $20,000, and Z called. The flop came 6s-Qd-10c, and McGee bet straight out for the maximum, $60,000. I assumed Zolotow was either going to raise or dump the hand. That assuming will get you in trouble. Z flat called the raise.

The 7h hit the turn, and both players checked and looked at the 3h, a complete blank, on the river. McGee checked, Zolotow considered for a few moments, and then said, "I bet the pot."

Tournament assistant Tom Elias immediately announced that Z had bet $180,000, and Zolotow looked a bit surprised. "How can you know that that fast?" he asked. Elias smiled and said they could count it, and sure enough, it was $180,000.

McGee counted his chips, and saw that he had $190,000 left in front of him. If he called and lost, he'd have $10,000 left, and the tournament would, for all intents and purposes, be over. He thought for about 30 seconds, and then said, "Call."

Steve Zolotow turned over Q-9, top pair/weak kicker, and McGee pushed the pot to Z without showing his hand.

NO QUIT IN MIKE McGEE

"Any chance you want to surrender?" asked McGee.

McGee continued to show he was a good sport when he won the next hand, jumped up in mock victory with his relatively inconsequential double up to $20,000, and tried on the bracelet, getting a good laugh from the crowd. The two players split the next pot when they both turned over K-8 offsuit, and on hand 194, the money all went in pre-flop for the third straight hand.

ZOLOTOW WINS "ON BROADWAY"

K-4 for McGee, K-10 for Zolotow. The flop came Q-6-J, keeping Z in the lead but also giving him an open-ended straight draw, and when an ace hit the turn, it was over. Steve Zolotow, the New Yorker, had won his second World Series gold bracelet by making "Broadway," an ace-high straight, on the final hand.

Zolotow had made it all the way back. He'd started the final table last and least in the list of chip leaders, and that was the first comment he wanted to make.

"I was very pleased with the tournament structure," Steve said. "I came in trailing in chips, but even as the low man, I had enough time to play and wait for the right moment."

Zolotow already had one bracelet, but it was earned in Chinese Poker, a game no longer offered as a World Series event, and also a game that's all about playing your own cards correctly, rather than outplaying an opponent, so I asked him if winning this bracelet meant more to him than his first.

"I feel like Chinese is more of a card assessment game," Zolotow said, "and this was real poker, so yes, this one does feel more special."

I also knew that Stevie Z is a bit of a man for all seasons, so I wanted the low-down on where he spends his time. That dry wit of the slender, mustachioed, balding, 56 year old Columbia man surfaced again.

ELEVEN DAYS IN A ZOLOTOW WEEK

"I spend about half my time in Las Vegas, about half in New York, about half in LA, and the rest of it I spend traveling," he said with a completely straight face.

I thought McGee had given a great account of himself, and heard him say something to a friend about jet lag, so I inquired. "I just got in Monday," he said, "and I'm generally a poor traveler, it usually takes me about four days to really get my bearings, so given that I wasn't all here, and that the floor is moving back and forth as I'm standing here with you, I'm fairly pleased with my result, but give the man (Z) credit, he played brilliant poker."

Brilliant he was, but he couldn't leave without getting off one more good line. "Here's something else you can tell people," Steve said. "When I first went to Columbia, I was studying acting, but I dropped out of acting and went into gambling (Z has made money in sports betting and backgammon as well as poker), because acting was too unstable."

Acting might have been too unstable, but in defeating one of the strongest final tables we've seen here at the 2001 WSOP, Steve Zolotow certainly wasn't. With Howard Lederer winning yesterday and Stevie Z today, maybe a few more people will start to realize that the old brain cells can be pretty useful playing this game.

Final Results, $3,000 Buy-in Pot-Limit Hold'em

10th-12th, $7,890 each: Tony Cousineau, Hal Kant, Bruce Corman.

13th-15th, $6,575 each: Mike Sales, Angelo Besnainou, Tom McEvoy.

16th-18th, $5,265 each: Kathy Liebert, Charles Harris, Allan Stonum.

19th-27th, $3,945 each: Chris Bigler, John Spadavecchia, Michael Davis, Roger McDow, Scotty Nguyen, Chris "Jesus" Ferguson, Douglas Booth, Galen Kester, James Brown.

MY FAVORITE TYPO SO FAR

These late nights are getting to me, but I'm not asking for sympathy, only a little understanding on the all-too-frequent "hear-here" "put-putt" sort of typographical errors that I'm too delirious to spot when checking these things. I appreciate the readers who have emailed me when they've spotted them (Andy Hughes, particular thanks), so I can correct them before they go to the archives or appear in Card Player (I'd probably catch them before then, but you never know).

My favorite notification came from my friend Michael Konik, the best gambling writer in the world (check out his new book, Telling Lies and Getting Paid), who emailed me with appreciation about the reports, and then, after noting that "It wouldn't be an Andy Glazer World Series without at least a half dozen reference to Star Trek or Star Wars," told me he thought I'd been watching a few too many episodes lately, as I had said two reports ago "It was all so new, in fact, that Slezak had never played Omaha eight-or-better heads-up before, but that didn't phase him."

"You've been firing too many energy blasts," my bud said. "I think you mean that it didn't faze him."

Even though I try to make these reports as good as I can, I almost fell off the chair laughing at that one. I'd been caught red-handed. Watch 20 episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation, and see how many times they use the word "phase." Almost every single time they have to solve some odd technical problem, something like "altering the phase inducers" or "sending out a phased energy pulse" seems to do the trick, never mind all the times they shoot phasers at the other ship.

So if I'm a little out of phase at 4:00 a.m., I hope you'll understand.

Andrew N.S. Glazer, Editor
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