So...this horse walks into a bar.
The bartender says to the horse, "Why the long face?"
The horse replies, "they put down my friend Barbaro today"
The bartender ponders things for a bit, and offers the horse his deepest sympathies.
The horse says, "no, you have it all wrong. I'm not really sad about that; I was just stating facts. Given the situation, I'm actually relieved they've put him out of his misery, God rest his equine soul"
The bartender, who obviously isn't used to serving a fast drinking horse slurping multiple pints of Yuengling Lager simultaneously tries again in his best "Martini" voice. "Why ya drinking so much, my friend, you should be at home with your family?"
The horse looks up and says, "Ya know, I'm sitting here asking myself the same question. And do you know what I've finally figured out?"
"I've been following the threads about the history of Merion for over three months now, reading hundreds of posts and thousands of words, and I feel kinda stupid."
Perplexed, the bartender raises one eyebrow, and asks the obvious question, "What's there to feel stupid about? Nobody knew that Wilson travelled to Europe in 1912?"
Shaking his head with a loud whinny, the horse narrows his beady eyes on the bartender and sadly replies, "No, that's not it...I didn't know the 10th hole was an Alps!"