It's 11:30 p.m. and roughly 90 degrees. Welcome to the Midwest. Not a lot to report so far. Flight was an hour late, which was not a problem for me, but it might have been a problem for the hundred or so people on the plane who were connecting in Cincinnati and going elsewhere. Picked up the rental car, checked into the Westin, went to dinner at Palomino with Diamond Leung, and now I'm back in the room and about to hit the sack. Going to treat Josh Rawitch, the Dodgers' PR guy, and Scott Akasaki, their traveling secretary, to lunch tomorrow at the Montgomery Inn Boathouse, a Cincinnati landmark with the best bbq ribs this side of Memphis, just as an appreciation for all they do for me and the rest of the beat guys over the course of a season. Two really good guys who are great at what they do. Other than that, not much going on. Talk to you tomorrow from Great American Ball Park.