Back on the radio

After, what, about two or three years, I'm back on the radio. But not permanently.

One of the co-hosts of the morning show on ESPN 96.3 FM quit. Seeing an opportunity, I e-mailed the remaining host (and station manager) and offered to sit in with him. After all, a one-man radio show is boooooooooring for the listeners and the host.

It won't be a permanent deal. Tommy is getting a ton of great resumes. Some even from former ESPN producers and guys in big markets stuck doing late nights or weekends. Plus, I won't have much time for a second job here in a few months.

I started Wednesday, which meant I had to drag my sorry tail out of bed at 6 a.m. instead of the crack of 10 a.m. like usual.

Not fun. Not at all. I usually only wake up that early when I'm going hunting. And certainly not during a week when I'm at the office until 11 p.m. each night because my writers are covering All-Star Games in Fayetteville.

7:05 a.m.

Made it back from Tulsa, pulling up to the house right at 7:05.

It started sleeting right after I left the airport. Luckily, I scooted out of there before it began to slick up the roads. I was east-bound and down (Smokey and the Bandit reference) with the cruise control set on 80.

After about four hours of sleep (plus two and a half I got before going to Tulsa), I'm awake. And Jen is still has about another 90 minutes of flight time until she lands in Sacramento.