Another spring training in the books and we're all leaving relatively healthy and sane. Well, as healthy and sane as we arrived. Which as many of you know wasn't really the case to start with.
As Curt likes to say we fool everyone by pulling off this show everyday. You don't see the chaos behind the scenes everyday just the polished product on the air each night. Most days this show is held together with gaffer's tape and bubble gum. Between me and Curt throwing tapes, Jen and Nicole voicing highlights, Chris and Vocht* running tapes to feed, and Dan doing, well, whatever it is Dan does it's a miracle this show ever gets on air. Even though you'd think we'd have it down to a science after three years something new pops up every day to throw a monkey wrench into the works.
So how do you celebrate the final night in Peoria?
That's right start with the 3 liter** beer tower***. You haven't really lived until you've downed a beer tower. I don't really remember the rest of the night but I do remember waking up to this.
Just kidding. That is a months worth of show post postmortems. Each show takes so much out of us we have to unwind somehow. But you can tell we don't completely forget about our bodies as there are a couple gatorades sprinkled in there.
So now it is back to the cold northwest for a harsh blast of reality. Oh good!! See you all soon.
Editors note: Usually this would be the last post of the year but because I'm driving back this year there is the possibility something may show up in this space in the next couple days. So stay tuned.
* That is definitely one guy you don't want to get in the way of when he's running.
** Litre for our Canadian friends.
*** Or as I dubbed it, "The Beer Tower of Regret" or "The Beer Tower of Bad Decisions".