I’m writing about the psychology/competition aspect of this season’s Top Shot. Tonight there was no competition. Michelle Viscusi’s T-shirt won by a mile. What kind of name is Viscusi anyway? It sounds like a combination of viscous and . . . never mind. Oh and some janitor guy got booted for failing to shoot exploding targets from a World War II vintage motorcycle sidecar. Apparently, it’s what the Allies did in Europe, the streets being too narrow for Jeeps and all. Although neither of us are historians, Dan and I concurred that Colby was too modest about the three-wheeled weapon system’s central role in WWII. “We’d have taken out Rommel in Morocco if only we had a few more sidecar snipers,” Danny texted. Word.