The Perfect Sunday?

I realize there are a lot of different variations of the perfect Sunday, allow me to submit my version. I call it "Lazy Sunday" and it helps if it's raining outside like it was today.

Ready? Couch, Snuggie, Ugg boots, Pizza from Woodstock's, Vitamin Water, Computer, and Band of Brothers on the TV.

Of course nothing is truly perfect, there are always trade offs, like my car still being parked in Golden Hills, a mild hangover and the inevitable weight gain.

Still pretty good though, right?

Don't Call Me

Went out last night for Big John's birthday celebration. Needless to say their was some booze consumed...no surprise there. I was surprised however when I showed up and saw the hat Big John was wearing. It read:

"If found lost, drunk, naked or asleep, Call John Weisbarth". Then it listed my phone number.

Pretty classic if you ask me...and I'm happy to report my phone didn't ring.

I'll Have the #6, Hold the Sleeping Pills

Miguel's Cocina (Micheal's Kitchen to you and me) is easily one of my favorite restaurants in Coronado...hell anywhere. I went there today with my Mom, and as usual, it was awesome. The only thing is, seemingly every meal comes with a side of sleeping pills...I know mine did today.

Maybe it's the 4,000 calorie white sauce or the ridiculously high number of carbs, but keeping your eyes open after a meal at Miguel's is like trying to convince me to see a Celine Dion concert in Vegas. Sure I'd love to, but it's not going to happen.

Today was no different. After lunch I went to my parents house to help my Mom with a couple of things before settling down into my Dad's recliner for a minute. One minute however turned into an hour and twenty-five minutes of opened mouth snoring with a touch of drool for good measure.

Lucky for all of us my Mom couldn't find my camera because she insisted that should have been the picture of the day. Who needs enemies with family like that?

This is Not Good

You know how they say TV puts 10 lbs on you...I have no idea if that's true. I do know this however, my favorite new snack could do that in a three day weekend.

Peanut butter filled pretzels dipped in honey. I know right?

Like a lot of great discovers (America, plastic, Carrie Underwood) this one happened by accident. I literally dropped a peanut butter filled pretzel into a tub of Henry's brand "Prue Clove Honey" and the magic was born. To be fair I'm not sure how "magic" it really is. I think I could drop a pair of old socks in a tub of honey and I'd probably end up asking for seconds.

But screw it, who says this had to be complicated. All the really great ideas are simple ones anyway.

Can anyone say the internet? I totally could have invented that.

Bon Voyage

You work some place long enough, you get used to seeing people come and go. Every once in awhile though, you can't help but sit up and take notice. That was the case today as my buddy Brian Jouan walked out of Channel 4 for the last time as an employee.

Happily he wasn't fired or laid off or anything like that, he's leaving on his recognizance. Which means he's either a total idiot, or an "F"ing genius...I guess time will tell. Either way I was sad to see him go.

I say was because as soon as I heard there was going to be a happy hour send off and the bosses were buying a round, all of a sudden it didn't seem that sad. In fact I started a subtle campaign to push a few more co-workers out the door. Just have to make sure I stutter the resignations a bit to make sure we hit our happy hour quota.

To that point, keep next Thursday open. I'm not saying...I'm just saying.

The Team Behind the Team

Back in 2002 when I first started at Channel 4, that was our slogan..."The team behind the Team". Not bad as far as slogans go, I mean it's no "Little, Yellow, Different"...but it gets the point across.

Well now that our slogan is "It's Time for Baseball", I figured I could re-purpose the old one. So that's what I did, meet the new Team behind the Team...our production staff. To be fair that's not the whole group, but it practically is. It really is amazing how much work this little crew does every night to get a 30 minute show on the air 5 days a week.

Obviously without them, there is no Postgame, and they hardly ever get any public recognition. Sure, I'll throw them a bone every once in awhile and let one of them pick up my dry cleaning, but as a whole they rarely get a public thank you.

So I figured now was as good as anytime to put it out there for everyone to hear...I like light starch on my collar.

I am on Local Cable You Know.

Ding, ding, ding, ding...we have a winner! Whoever took March 1st in the "Johnny Midnight's first autograph of 2010" pool, congratulations you nailed it.

So what if the kid thought I was Bob Scanlan, I still signed my name...and that makes it official.

So just to clear up any misconception that I cruise elementary schools trying to dupe kids into believing I'm Scan, let me give you some background. The Padres dedicated their 41st Little Padres Park this afternoon in Santee and I was there covering the event. Padres Owner Jeff Moorad, the President Tom Garfinkel, Randy Jones and the Friar were all there. After the ceremony (and a lot of sugar) the kids ran the bases and then worked themselves into an autograph frenzy.

It really reminded me of something out of Shark Week. There was blood in the water and if something moved, the kids were biting. Randy Jones must have signed 100 autographs. The Swinging Friar, 30 or so. I even saw one kid ask another little leaguer for his autograph. I'm telling you it was intense.

For the record...I signed 7.

***Special thanks to Shana Siler for snapping this photo