And I have very little to say about life. Actually, I always have a lot to say. Sometimes I just forget I have this blog.
Hey, did you see my American Idol piece in Wichitalk today? You know you’ve arrived when you’re published in Wichitalk.
OK, last night I was watching Wheel of Fortune for some strange reason when the sound stopped. And KSNW, Channel 3, was left to improvise. So who did it go to? Dave Freeman, of course. He came on the air for about 15 minutes discussing the weather, of which there was little. A few showers east of Wichita, that’s it. But on and on and on he went, talking and talking and talking.
I know this wasn’t Dave’s fault, but he’s sure an easy guy to blame, isn’t he? You know, dead air would have been preferable in that situation. But to make Freeman and the weather guys come on air and talk about nothing _ well, that was a little much.
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I confess, Dave the weatherguy is a guilty pleasure. I love to flip over at the first sign of weather and watch him whip himself into a panicky froth. He worries so much about us, his “friends”. I think it’s mostly because him and his weather scouts are locked up in that tiny little forecasting closet over at Exploration Place.
Bob,
Yea but doesent Savage come on the radio every friday and talk about nothing? Sometimes the weather would be better!
Better watch out, Bob. “Screamin’ Freeman” wasn’t amused when I wrote a column years ago on the Dave Freeman Drinking Game.
Full beers for “my friend and colleague Dave Schaefer,” tequila shots for “Schaef” and, of course, a belt of Scotch for every use of “friends.”
Guaranteed to leave all players drunk after 15 minutes.