Dude, Where Are My Keys?

Well, I have another week’s worth of DahlCasting under my belt, and I’m heading down to the keys to take a vacation from my FL vacation. Actually I’m going to have dinner with some friends from Chicago on Islamorada. They are Blackhawks fans who that I met at the Seabrook bowling tournament. It’s a two-hour drive from where I’m at so, I’ll probably try and get started before the Friday afternoon traffic here in SoFlo. My dad wants to talk about podcasting something or other at his church, so I’ll bring my headset and that should help me pass the time. I guess you might call my dad’s endeavor a GodCast. I’m happy to help, but he might to get someone local to really get the thing implemented. He’s in SoCal, if anybody knows anybody.

Pat Boyle (Peanut Butter) is coming down next week for the Super Bowl. We are planning on getting a limo and taking our shirts off for unattractive girls, so we’ll be doing it up right. Pat is staying at the same hotel that Garry Meier and I stayed at the night the Bears lost to the Dolphins in 1985, ruining their perfect season. You might have heard me mention that Ditka blamed the loss on me in his book because I was talking with players on the field prior to the game via Les Grobstein’s cell phone. He doesn’t mention me by name in the book, but he mentions the incident. I suppose I’m glad he doesn’t know that it was specifically me who caused the commotion. I would imagine he would have named names if he really knew. I know coach, but not that well, and I’d like to keep it that way.