Off The Bench...

Or as I feel like calling this edition, "Kibbles and Bits."

I don't know why. I just want to.

I've always been one to listen to music or the radio or something when working. That includes homework. Just something I do. So today I got so crazed with the "white noise" in the office that I listened to KFWB out of Los Angeles (think 1010 WINS, as they even have the same slogan- "you give us 22 minutes...we'll give you the world"). Here's what I found out: traffic on the 405 stinks.

I'm always here to help.

I can't hide from the fact that at 7:29 on Saturday morning, it will be official - I'm 40. So be it. If you know me, then you know age means very little to me. There was a stretch where I felt my age (most of it was roughly the end of last year and early this year). Now, I'm back to being a mix of young-at-heart and realistically mature.

My son seems to like this guy he calls "Daddy." That's good enough for me. A few other people give me positive reviews, so I guess I'm doing OK.

I'm not thrilled about what I'm seeing in the mirror, but I'll deal with it.

Nosy coworkers - the enemy of all.

I've said it. I feel better for it.

I had a chance to go watch the "big fight" the other night with The Killer and Nick "Sly" Fox. The Greenwich-Westhill farce...err...game kind of wore me out and the fight didn't start until after I was sound asleep. I would have liked to have gone - stuff like that is good for me, but sleep has been a minor issue of late.

Then again, my health has been a minor issue. I mean, I shouldn't have a cold that saps my voice for TWO WEEKS.

Oh, why was GHS-Westhill a farce? Well not so much because of the game action (although Greenwich kind of won big...43-14), but the technical problems just wear me out. We dealt with it towards the end of Brunswick-Trinity Pawling last week, and it happened again this week.

I'll be blunt - it's embarrassing. I fashion WGCH Sports as being the best in the biz, and stuff like this looks bad. I do have to tip the fedora to Dana DeSimone, listening intently and texting to keep me up to date as to how we sounded.

She's a good one, I tell ya. I'm glad we're friends.

Yet the problems were such that I looked at The Killer and said, "I just don't know if I can deal with it this week." Then, as I've done for 10 years, I sucked it up and moved along.

This is how we roll, I suppose.

Nick Swisher...welcome to New York. I'll say on the record that I'm glad you're here. The upside is big.

11-10 Steelers? You kidding me? Um...earth to offense...SCORE! I mean, 13 penalties for the Burgh and just two for the Bolts?

More to say...can't talk now...changes afoot. Have your people call my people and we'll do lunch.