I float on a raft, in a nearby tidal pool. Wearing my fave bikini and sipping a refreshing cocktail, I roll my eyes at the lack of coordination among the brawlers. I'm thoroughly entertained at the buffoonery -- choosing to watch, study, and observe from the serenity of this tranquil sideline. I wait patiently, like a lioness stalking her prey, for some of the dust (and lesser women) to fall out of the air and settle to the ground before picking my target.