it's difficult to describe the feeling of being in an on-air groove, but i was on during tonight's broadcast. near flawless. solid description, conversational tone, felt like i was being informative and entertaining, and my only home run calls were tremendous. good feelings going into tomorrow's doubleheader. doubleheaders are long.

there's a strange joy to being a "regular" anywhere, i think. i'm a regular at the osco on division street in davenport, but only during baseball season (when the grocery shopping list consists of milk, cereal, and beer). i went to purchase a gallon of milk at the osco on division street today (i had bought other groceries during monday's off day, but had sadly forgotten milk), and the graying, slightly haggardly, crooked-teethed (not you mom...ha!) overnight clerk smiled and said "back in season, eh?" and i'm pretty sure that she has only a vague idea of my vocation, and i know that, despite the tag, i've never learned her name, but we smile and make small small talk. strange, and comforting. i guess.

"in its own little way, my body was trying to say, that you'd better stop drinking brandy." big ups to the streets, whose original pirate material is bumpin' and catchy and listenable despite the accent. if it seems like i've listened to three albums exclusively over the past three weeks, it's because that's exactly the case.