Sorry for the lack of posting the past two days, but work duties forced me to miss Saturday and Sunday's games. Last night seemed like yet another run of the mill night for Keith, except for his claim that people strain their oblique muscles because they do sit-ups ("I never did a sit-up in my life"). Gary -- like many times over the past two months -- tried egging him on to even more absurd heights to no avail. And the opening where Keith just made it to the booth because he had to change a flat tire was pretty fantastic. Alas, I left my Keith notebook at home so I don't have the complete transcription.
I also wanted to say that this would be my last post for a week--I'm off for vacation in the land of breakfast tacos, tremendous BBQ and great tunes (even though today's White Stripes cancellation is a bummer, there's still a lot to see). I hope by the time I return to the Zisk blog, the magic number will be down to 8.