my pal dan unstadt gave a call tonight. he's a super guy, and i aim to get in touch with him in the near future. i will publicly (and cryptically) state this: dan - your delinquency is excused. go for the gold!

my pal nemo indicates here a retro-active desire to spend a life talking to himself about baseball. what he doesn't realize is that the greatest joy about such a life is the post-opener staff meeting, when the middle-aged men pick up the tab. woof.

(many friends of mine have heard me use the phrase 'woof' as a term of excitement. do they know from whence that exclamation came? ira and barry, anyone? this is a quiz.)

the second-best part about a minor league baseball is arrival time at work. tomorrow? 10 a.m., baby. woof, indeed.