We’re a half hour into the trading day, and your pal Tim is bloodied but not beaten. A few moments before the opening bell, I was to myself (out loud), “It’s rape time“, which probably isn’t a heartening battle cry, but it’s all that I had. Every single position of mine was ready to get dunked into liquid metal. Thus far, of my eight positions, I’ve only closed one – – ITB – – shown here:





