Between work, the weather, Sox-Yanks, the show, my weekend plans, and about 8 million other things, my brain is spinning like the Tazmanian Devil. I'm positively giddy. But dizzy. Let's rectify that by clearing out some of the junk.

<> Every morning this week the last thing I saw before heading into the shower was the ESPN Sportscenter ad with David Ortiz and Jorge Posada. And every day I hopped into said shower laughing out loud. Sometimes the littlest of things will sleigh me, even the 4th and 5th times I see them.

<> I don't really "hate" A-Rod, but man, his walk-off celebration routine makes me want to strangle him. I'm all for guys relishing the moment and enjoying themselves, but he's such a DORK about it. It's just so seriously uncool.

<> I have a number of the songs from "Curse" battling for supremacy on the radio station in my mind. The good news, of course, is that I need to learn said songs. The bad news is… I HAVE THEM STUCK IN MY HEAD!!!

<> In order to rectify the above statement, and to calm the voices in my head, I am now listening to Coldplay. Yes, you care. C'mon. Admit it.

<> Got an email from one of the corporate higher-ups at my company today. Here is the essence of the exchange.

HIM: "Please payback vendor X the $58,000 you deducted from them in 2005."

ME: "Why?"

HIM: "I'll get back to you on that."

*sigh*

My boss' response to the whole thing: "nice catch". Every time I start to question whether or not I get paid too much to do next to nothing I'm pleasantly reminded that if I wasn't here they might swallow their own tongues and pay 10-times too much for the privilege.

<> I sat outside for lunch today. Just thought I'd mention it.

<> I'm having mixed feelings in regards to the new Red Sox radio broadcast team. On the one hand I hated "Way Back" Trupiano with a passion. But on the other hand, at least he was colorful. Now they've replaced him with TWO guys on some sort of unexplained, randomly generated rotating system. One – Glenn Geffner – is beyond awful. His normal tone is about as far from conversational as one could get without sounding deliberately fake. He just talks like some suck-up who can't believe he's got the gig and wants nothing more than validate his employment by having whatever stat is called for at his fingertips. "Got that right here, Joe!" I can hear the nervous tension in his voice. It's brutal. The other guy – Dave O'Brien – was long a favorite of mine when he was a national radio guy. I love his voice. But the same thing that made him such a good "game of the week" play-by-play guy makes him an odd "homer" guy. He just doesn't sound sincere. It worked when he was playing both sides of the fence, but it's off-putting for the local coverage. I want my hometown commentators to be incredibly biased. Plus, neither guy has any chemistry with old standby Joe Castiglione. I don't see this ending well.

<> T-Minus 4 days till WKRP Season One. I'm about 24 hours away from the point that I pass from being simply "pumped and jacked" into "amped and geeked". I've never been "geeked" before. Big day for the kid.

<> I'm having dinner tonight with an old friend from back in the high school days. I'm legitimately excited about it. Problem is, my internal calendar is completely shot. I've been trying to piece together the last 10 years of my life in anticipation of some of tonight's conversation and for the life of me I can't remember when the last time I saw her was. I mean, I remember the event, but I have no clue WHEN it was. Might have been three years ago, might have been seven. It's relation to other events in my life is lost. The only two things I can remember about my life since the turn of the millennium is the order of shows I've done and the women I've dated (and even those take great concentration to place). Everything else sort of falls in and around that. I'm putting the over/under on how many times she says "I know, stupid, I was AROUND for that" at 8.5.

<> The NFL Draft is getting less predictable by the day. Next Saturday is going to be as entertaining as it can possibly be when you consider it's going to be six hours of me and defcon_1 sitting on a sofa watching a bunch of talking heads analyzing the strategy involved with choosing which college kid to pin your future on. I wish I could explain the appeal in a way that makes sense, but I'm simply not capable.

<> Burger King's Italian Chicken Sandwich. Mmmm. Me likey.

<> Let me get this straight: Alex Baldwin calls his daughter a "rude, thoughtless little pig" and this makes him a bad parent? Silly me. I thought that just made him a parent.

<> If you thought my love of the NFL Draft was unhealthy, then you would have been appalled at the amount of sheer joy I received when I ordered a couple copies of the "Sporting News Baseball Guide" from the mid-80's on Amazon.com yesterday. Seriously. It was rapturous. There's a full blog post in the experience itself, but I don't have time right now. Maybe next week when they start coming in. It will frighten you, I guarantee it.

<> I generally enjoy Bob Ryan's work, but I was left scratching my head after reading today's column. He seems to be trying to say that the Sox-Yankees rivalry isn't really a rivalry anymore because the players don't actually hate each other and than that it's more a fabrication of fan hostility. But that makes no sense. For one, look back at 2003 for Pedro vs. Posada and Zimmer and all the bad blood from that ALCS. Or the brawl in '04 when Tek shoved his glove down A-Rod's throat and inadvertently trigged A-Rod's choke reflex for eternity. The fans didn't invent that hatred, it was there for everyone to see. No different than Munson vs. Fisk in terms of intensity. He also talks about how close the season series has been in the last handful of years, and how, and I quote, "For the players, the rivalry is about the competition." Fair enough. That's what a rivalry is meant to be in it's true definition. But then he says, "See, that's what I loved about the great Boston rivalries of the past. It was about the competition." Well wait… you just said TODAY'S Sox-Yankees was only about the competition for them, but you're saying they're not a true rivalry. I don't get it dude. Besides, for it to be a TRUE rivalry it has to be two teams on equal footing, which in truth, it's only been for the last couple of years. If anything it's more pure today than it was in the days of old. Ah well. Anything for a deadline, eh Bob?

<> Don't get me wrong, I'm having a really good time working on the show, but I am STOKED about the fact that I don't have rehearsal tonight.

<> Expect mostly radio silence from me next week. I'm trapped in a "project" at work, which means I'll be away from my desk and actually DOING something. Of course, by "doing something" I mean sitting in conference room for 10 hour days discussing how other people in my company can be more efficient at their job. That is when I'm not digging myself out from the irony.

<> Nope. Brain's still full. Well… at least the weekend's here!