Wet socks

Monday morning, 448am. 
So I'll be damned. The Bears pulled it out last night at San Francisco at the new Levi's Stadium. Watched most of the game but as local radio guy I couldn't stay up any longer so I listened to the third quarter in bed before falling asleep. WBBM radio 780 with Jeff Joniak (sp) as the announcer. Truth be told - I'd rather listen to Joniak announce a game than watch it on television. No kidding. That's probably part of being local radio guy. And then partly it's that Joniak is that good. Tells the story, brings it to life. Natural high energy.

Anyways, it is a Monday morning and I've only half read the papers over the weekend and that means I'll have to carry the show with my amazing wit and candor. That's another way of saying that I'll have to bullsh#+ my way through three and a half hours of local radio. I did announce football on Friday night and did stop by the studios yesterday evening just to make sure they're still there and to fiddle with a few wires. But as for formal preparation, not a chance. My prep is going to a game, reading some of the papers, dinking around the internet, listening to my wife's opinions, dreaming hard dreams that I can barely tell are not reality at all. That makes it a little confusing sometimes in that you can't tell if you dreamt it or it happened but after three hours does it really matter anyhows?

It's thundering out so no way am I riding the bike to the studios today. I've done way too many radio shows with wet socks.