Pants and stomachaches

So I covered a Sacramento Monarchs game tonight, and about five minutes into the SECOND half, the Sacramento Bee writer walks in, sits next to me and says, "What'd I miss?"

He then proceeded to type everything I said to him.
-Wait, so Yolanda Griffith scored her 3,000th point? he asked.
-Yeah.
-Did she get a standing ovation?
-Yeah.
-You sure it was a standing one?
-Yep.
-How many other players in the WNBA have scored 3,000 points?
-Eight.
-You sure that's right?

I seriously should have started making things up:
Not only did she get a standing ovation, dude — her fan club all ran onto the court with no pants! Then they all started dancing the Macarena and Griffith took off her pants and joined in! You shoulda seen it, man — it was GREAT.

On another note, the media room had cookies, rice krispie treats and cake. My stomach hurts.

For better or for worse...

Geriatric yoga story:
http://www.tracypress.com/sports/2005-06-23-yoga.html

The Secret Code

So my phone service got cut off for some reason, and after going through at least eight different automated operators asking me to press at least 50,763 different buttons, I got frustrated and started pressing O and saying "operator." The automated people kept telling me that I wasn't entering a valid command, and in my anger and frustration, I screamed "FUCKERS!" into the phone.

I was immediately transferred to an operator.

Geezer yoga

People often ask me why I would go into a profession where I'm inevitably going to make very little money. They ask me why I'd go through four years of college — and accumulate cubicles full of debt — to work in a job that pays less than... just about anything I could have gotten out of high school. Here's my answer: It's honorable. I'm doing good things for the world, informing the public about important issues and trends surfacing in society today.

For example, on Wednesday I am going to be covering geriatric yoga.

Here goes...

Well I've decided to finally join the whole blogging craze, although I can't guarantee that it'll stick. Mostly I am just bored waiting for the last sports page to come my way at work so I can proof it and go home to play with kittens. In fact, I don't think I'd be doing this at all if Sara had actually update her blog because I would be reading hers instead of writing my own.

In any case, ooooh the last page is done!

PEACE OUT!