Going back to sleep … see you all at the game!


Yeah, I did it.

I won’t lie to you. I woke up this morning and the scale said I still weigh too much but the lowest I’ve been in a while. I celebrated by going from Monterey Park to Pasadena for a chilli omelette from Top’s. I told dude to hold the hash browns and toast so I could stick to my modified, less healthy version of the Atkins Diet. They didn’t give me the hash browns or toast, but I still got charged $6.48. I’m convinced there’s flour in the chilli, but oh well.

Anyway, some of you have asked me about the life of a sports writer in the past. There’s an initial look, just for you. Just like how some teams lay out a game day intinnerary, sports writers kind of do the same. Here’s mine:

SUBJECT TO CHANGE
9:15 a.m. – Wake up.
10 a.m. – Take 10 to 605 to 210 to go to Tops. Get off the 210 at Myrtle in Monrovia because traffic is terrible.
10:30 a.m. – Arrive at Tops.
11:00 a.m. – Arrive back at home; crush omelette with ease.
11:10 or so – Go on Internet.
Now: Go back to sleep. Hey, you would too if you didn’t have a real job.
3 p.m. – Wake up (again)
3:05 p.m. – Take a shower.
3:45 p.m. – Get on 10 Freeway for what should be an hour’s drive to go 10 miles.
4:45 p.m. – Arrive at Tribune.
5 p.m. – Leave Tribune for Citrus College.
5:30 p.m. – Do TV pre-game show with Big Reg, who keeps busting my chops.
5:45 p.m. – Possibly walk off the set if the stools Reg is using are too small.
7 p.m. – Cover Charter Oak/El Dorado game.
9:45 p.m. – Listen to various yells from people telling me to how to do my job as I leave the stadium.
10:15 p.m. – Arrive back at Tribune to write.
11:30 p.m. – Finish article.
11:45 p.m. – Make sure “SGVN Video Game of the Week” narrarator Jeff Tolcher is OK.
Midnight – Leave Tribune.
12:01 a.m. – Try to talk myself out of making a run to Alfredo’s. This typically becomes a desperate conversation once I’m past the 605 on the 10 East. It gets real emotional as the Santa Anita Ave. exit approaches.
12:30 a.m. – Yell various profanities in a state of disgust that there’s a line THIS LATE at Carl’s Jr.
12:32 a.m. – Order something that I can take the buns off of and eat (wack).
12:40 a.m. – Eat.
12:45 a.m. – Go on Internet at home to see if Tribune web site has been updated. It usually isn’t.
1 a.m. – Go to bed.

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