'Twas the seventeenth day of December in the foggy little town of Newport and the festive smell of rocket sauce filled the air. Two mere mortals tried the un-tryable, filling their kaboose way beyond the acceptable juice level and attempted to be the next D. There may never be another JB or KG - but there will always be plenty of backstage Bettys awaiting the arrival of Phil and Rowley as they climb upon their faithful steeds and pay Tribute.