Sorry 'bout that, Tribe, but you know how it is when the Federal Buttinski Government (or even, as in my case, the lowly New York State Dept. of Motor Vehicles - yawwwwn! - starts keeping tabs on you. . . So I blasted up to game-rich Andes yesterday, and my buddy Rick at County Tire in Delhi done me right, vis a vis getting the car inspected and serviced. I even got to the farm in time to put in an hour-and-a-half of mowing at twilight. It was one of those crisp, classic fall evenings when the moon is so bright that it seems the trees are illuminated from within (see photo; taken from our deck).
Steggy came to my rescue yesterday, as she so often does. To continue the softball motif she introduced with her wonderful post, I think it's safe to say that the Hillbilly Princess is one of those players who, when called upon to pinch hit, steps in and hits the ball out. Or, to paraphrase Reggie Jackson: She's the straw that stirs the TennisWorld drink . . .
Anyway, I'm still behind on a few things, including the results of our FABCTAPS (First Annual Bec Cartwright TennisWorld Armadillo Poetry Slam), and my long-delayed Man or Metrosexual post and quiz. I'm trying to catch up, but it's complicated by some stuff having to do with Tennis, the magazine. And, comment poster My, Steggy told me this morning that the armadillo is currently in a taxidermist's cooler, curing.
Anyway: first order of business: At 4 P.M. EST, I'll be talking to Randy Brown, The Tennis Channel's senior vice-president for distribution. So if you have any questions you want me to pose, hurry up and get them into the comments section by that time. I promise I'll try to get all your answers.
I have some other odds and ends that won't get tied up if I don't do it now, but I'll put them in the next post so that those of you who have a TTC question can post it right away.