Dust off your tux, get in touch with your bookie, put in a call to the escort service, and have Jeeves gas up the limo, because it's fight night! And tonight, we have the matchup that many of us have literally been waiting days, or possibly even weeks, for. Let's turn it over to our ring announcer for the introductions:

'Scuse me, but do you have the time? My watch reads about 11:55, and I'm not sure it's right. I could've sworn it's earlier than that. You see, Uncle Steve said that when the clock hits twelve the transition to Mac OS X would be complete, and my trusty Justice League of America wristwatch purchased back in the days when the '040 chip was about to give way to the PowerPC 601 is telling me that it's damn near twelve. Maybe my watch needs another battery, but on the other hand, maybe it's actually correct. Maybe it is as close to twelve as it claims to be. Man, how time flies.