Four hours of radio this morning with a zillion guests and that means by late morning as local radio guy your mind starts to wander. Doesn't help that it's finally freaking gorgeous out in the Calumet Region and that I rode the bike today and every bone in my body is itching to get outside and pedal.
Instead, we're sitting through a tutorial on how to run the Arrakis automation system. More specifically, we're learning how to set the system so that we don't have to hire a producer to sit here for Purdue, IU, NFL and other games. If you do it right, the sports satellite provider sends a pulse that you cannot hear (trigger) and it fires the commercials and you don't need someone to sit there all day hitting the space bar. We can carry a lot more games if we don't have to pay someone to sit there all day hitting the space bar.
Tutorial session with Lanna from Arrakis in full swing. Hope she doesn't hear me typing frantically. That's because my staff and family pulled a fast one on me and I wanna tell you about it.
A little bit ago I was closing down four hours of radio, getting ready to say goodbye to my legions of fans, when producer Ryan poked his voice in. Hey, let's take a break and talk some British Open.
Talk some British Open? I said on the air. Okay. And now a word from our sponsors.
During the break, I'm thinking... the British f***ing Open? Ryan doesn't even like golf. But that thought goes away as I slip into routine - play three spots, some music bumper to ease back in to the show, then start talking. I go on about some thing or another and I turn around and there's my daughter, Jeanie, standing there a foot away, smiling.
Very rarely do I get surprised on the air. You're programmed to just take things as they come so no matter what happens you're pretty much ready for it. That's until you look behind you and there's a younger, female version of yourself looking back at you. It'll stop you in your tracks.