I usually get up around seven or seven thirty–since my company downsized, I’m only on three-quarter time, but they’re still giving me health benefits, which in these uncertain times are very much appreciated, believe me. I usually have half a grapefruit and some oatmeal–keeping an eye on the calories these days–while watching SportsCenter, seeing how my various fantasy teams are doing.My WNBA team has been getting PWND of late, I can tell you.
I usually roll into work around ten or eleven–so long as I put in thirty hours a week, they don’t really care when I’m there or not. There was some talk of my working from home, but I think I’d just watch the ESPN Classics channels–old curling matches, olympic fencing and lacrosse, maybe women’s golf–if I was at home all day. It’s better to have somewhere to go, I think.
After six hours of typing reports and trolling a few sports fansites–ultramarathon, duckpin bowling, that kind of thing–I usually head over to Louie’s, the sports bar where me and my friends hang out. Once there, I grab a beer and watch whatever’s on–sepak takraw, caber tossing, what have you–and argue the relative merits of the players.
My friend Jake, he’s a huge fan of cricket. We give him shit for that.
