Without raining on anyone's conspiracy parade, I imagine the company guys are enjoying their victory in some sunny tropical paradise (Olive Branch? ha ha) instead of surfing APC on a Wednesday night. If I had their income and talent at milking shareholder value out of a labor group, I'd be in the Caymans on a 48' catamaran with a Brazilian model, a case of Bordeaux, and a fat cigar. I sure as heck wouldn't be surfing the internet on a laptop in Memphis listening to the pilots vent at my negotiating prowess.