It takes a huge ego to think I have to apologize for not blogging properly tonight. As if the world might stop turning if I don't get around to it.
But the ballgame that I thought started in a few minutes is already in the bottom of the 3rd inning. And I can't turn on the ballgame down here because I'm recording Dancing with the Stars, and we don't have one of those new-fangled thingies that lets you record one channel while watching another. How archaic. How 20th century.
So I'll just have to say I'm sorry for giving you the shaft tonight.
And if you're looking for Brooks Conrad, you'll find him in section 202 selling hot dogs.