Evil cell phones

In mid-September, in the midst of the growing financial crisis, Lawrence Summers sat in a box seat down the third-base line at Fenway Park, nibbling on a hot dog and fielding call after call on his cellphone.... The calls he kept getting, often forcing him to walk away from his seat, were not about the score of the game. They were from Barack Obama's top advisers in urgent need of help.

Now, JJ, how would you like being at Fenway Park, and having to listen to that ex-Harvard don jabbering on the brainfryer with the Chosen One? I can't wait till Nokia goes out of business.