I see a lot of you Mercuns wishing you had a bigger brisket.
I feel you, dawgs, we can't all come packing a monster packer, but ask Bludawg and I'm sure he'd console you with the wise and constantly repeated lietueism, it isn't the size of the brisket but the way you probe it.
Knowing where the stall is in cooking a brisket is like knowing where the radio signals come from while you are boogeying in the kitchen wearing that tutu your niece left there last time she was over, and knowing it wouldn't be near as comfy if you had a monster packer.