Lou Pickney's Online Commentary
The Late Flight To Tampa
Sunday
March 19, 2006
"Sometimes I wish, often I wish
That I never knew some of those secrets of yours"
-Carly Simon "Those Secrets Of Yours"
"We sure had a good time when we started way back when"
-Jim Croce "Photographs and Memories
It's 1:29 AM EST as I type this, waiting for the muscle relaxers for my neck to kick in so that I can get some sleep. I arrived here at my apartment in St. Petersburg not too long ago, as I did a quick weekend turnaround with my trip to Nashville. They say that there are two certainties in life: death and taxes. Might as well lock in the 8:45 PM Nashville to Tampa Sunday night flight being delayed in there as well. It's the same connection every time (coming from Chicago), and invariable the flight is delayed, usually by 45 minutes to an hour. I'm not complaining; I like Southwest Airlines. But when it's so bad that regular fliers joke about the delay (I heard about this from a fellow passenger the first time I took this flight.) It warrants noting.
I have Sirius 10 - The Bridge playing right now, and the two songs I used in the dropquotes at the top happened to play as I was composing this. I've heard other songs on there that are dropquote worthy (like Tangled Up In Blue by Bob Dylan), but I don't want to overdo it. Bottom line, I didn't realize how good this channel is.
My last day with Bubba is on Wednesday, but my loyality to the show, and Sirius for that matter, won't fade because of my move to Birmingham. I wonder if the emotions I'm feeling are similar to what the guys in the old ECW days felt when they were leaving. Yes, it's a more lucrative opportunity, and I can't pass it up, but it is sad to leave.
One nice thing is that I will be much closer to Nashville than I am now. I could feel a genuine enthusiasm and happiness from my parents and Mary Beth (my sister) and even my grandparents about the move. I'm excited about it as well, don't get me wrong, but it's nice to have a counter-balance to the sadness of friends who I'm leaving behind. Emotions have always been a strange thing for me as it is, as they run counter to my analytical nature. So this weekend was helpful in balancing out that end of things.
As for the new job, I'm going to be managing the new office for Adenus Technologies that is opening just south of Birmingham, Alabama. I found an apartment complex online that looks like a good fit (and it's as close as I could find to the new jobsite.) There's an outside chance that I might end up rooming with Matt's old roommate and former fraternity brother, John Pouncey, who it turns out will be doing his pharmacy rotation in Birmingham when he finishes up pharmacy school at Auburn next month. But he won't be moving there until late April, and that doesn't fit with my timetable. Plus, Alabaster, AL (where the apartment complex I'm looking at is located) is much closer to the office than an apartment 20 miles away would be. And if I'm running the show (which I will be there), I want to be close to the action at all times.
I missed the return of Saturday Night's Main Event on NBC last night. Internet reviews have been mixed, but it would have been nice to hear Jim Ross broadcasting again. Apparently WWE chose to replace the old opening theme (the instrumental part of Obsession by Animotion) with Boom by P.O.D. That was what we used on the BTLS show for the first few weeks as the opening song, but it made sense for us since we were "the boys from the south" (Tampa), whereas WWE has always been referred to as "up north" in wrestling-speak (particularly when it was the WWF and competing with the now-defunct WCW, based in Atlanta.) But I digress.
In a follow-up to an earlier column, apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that the odd smirking pan shot of Keifer Sutherland at the end of 24 this season was strange. My friend Neal Boling wrote me in agreement soon after... and then a couple of weeks ago I noticed that FOX had abandoned the pan-and-smirk for a more reasonable looking shot. Good call by whomever gave that the heave-ho...
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