Keith and I just aren't communicating well this week. I saw him throw the first pitch Monday afternoon, but couldn't hear him because it was a day game. Tonight I could see and hear him but only for part of an inning, as I had to switch over to Lost because...well...I'm three seasons into this maddening show and I can't give up now, dammit! (And I was taping it for a friend.)
(Co-blogger's note: Filling in for one of my co-workers while they're on vacation is making my days a whole lot longer and has cut into my time to make progress on the new print edition of Zisk. With Mike going on tour starting Friday and then yours truly being out of town two weekends in a row, I'm starting to think our announced publication date of May 7th for issue # 14 might be a bit unrealistic. If I was a betting man--and everyone knows I am--I'd say not to look for it to hit your mailbox until just before Memorial Day. But trust me, it will be worth the wait.)
I digress. Let's get back to Keith. In the third of the inning I did see he said nothing funny at all, which sent a bit of chill up my spine. Then I looked at the score and heard Gary Cohen mention that Aaron Sele had given up a couple of runs over two innings and I knew there was nothing funny about this game. In fact, Ron Darling made the only joke, saying no one could ever take umpires dressed up in goofy winter hats seriously. Yup, if we did a Ron blog it would die a quick death.
Tomorrow night I'll only get to see Keith's work (and most likely the return of the pimp fur) because of a gig. I hope to catch up with some Keith wisdom over the weekend.