Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Two Kings

No, I'm not talking about poker. This week we've got IBF Welterweight champion Kermit Cintron and WBC Light Heavy belt holder "Bad" Chad Dawson. We're back in Florida, so call the usual number 1-888-760-3776.

Speaking of being back home, here's another glimpse into the glamorous life that I lead. I was in Santa Ynez, cage announcing ShoXC on Showtime last weekend. I had to make two narrow connections to get back.

My driver's license is ripped, which means when I go through security, I get singled out for extra screening. About the only thing they didn't do was put on a rubber glove (and in one instance I thought that was next).

In Phoenix, where my first connection was, I had an hour to make my connection. Unfortunately, I had to switch airlines which meant I had to leave the terminal and go through security again. I made my flight with moments to spare.

Then we sat on the runway for 20 minutes before taking off. This caused me a lot of stress because I only had 30 minutes on the ground in Atlanta before catching the last flight out.

On the flight from Phoenix, I was busy working when I heard what sounded like a soda can being opened. Next thing I know, the back of my neck, my computer and the woman next to me were sprayed. I turned around and the woman behind me half heartedly apologized, explaining her baby was choking.

Of course, I'm glad the kid is OK, but I'm not too psyched to be covered in baby slobber. I've been cleaning strained peas off my computer for days.

Get to Atlanta and my gate is at the opposite end of the terminal. I sprint carrying my two bags. Keep in mind, I haven't eaten a meal since a sandwich 8 hours ago. I'm literally the last person to board the plane. I arrive home at 1:00 a.m. Sunday. My daughter wakes me up at 6:30 as usual.

I bet Buffer doesn't get baby slobber all over him when he travels. Yeah, I know. I ain't Buffer.

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