Replays aside, there is no bright side to having to watch network games. Last week's network game announcers were so fucking irritating, five minutes in, I had to mute the sound for the entire rest of the game. They just talk and talk and talk, and none of it is about the game in front of them.
Yessir. I have a day rate. I have a contract to do every game, but I’m paid by the day. Thats standard for sports broadcasting freelancers.
Winning Masters putt will probably be around 4:30 or so here in Portland. You’ll be able to see it FAMS.
I am going to have to miss the monthly meeting of my knitting circle as it conflicts with Game One. I always wear the sweater I was knitting the previous meeting. Since I can't show it off to them, you may admire my creation. Cross between pullover and poncho.