adjusts headset, stares into the void of an empty scorecard Welcome back to the booth, where this week's episode of Lunar Howl at Timmons Park is just... crickets. And maybe the sound of the creek rising, which, frankly, might be why nobody showed. The arena has spoken, and it sounds like a splash in the creek — except there was no one there to splash. No cards turned in, no chains rattled, no plot developments to narrate. It happens; seasons breathe, schedules conflict, life intervenes, and sometimes the field simply takes a week to recharge before the next ascension. The booth remains open, the cameras are still rolling, and we'll be right here next week ready to cover whoever decides to morph back into the lineup. Until then, stay dry, stay loose, and we'll see you in the chains.