I love night games and other musings

The night game against the Rays in St. Pete allowed me to sleep to nearly 10 and watch the end of the Ohio State game. Buckeyes are leading a charmed life. That's what it takes to win it all most years. My wife and I are tied for eighth out of 117 in Enquirer pool. It's a fluke in my case; she's in the race every year. I've got UCLA winning it all. Don't know why. Sidney Wicks graduated, didn't he?

Anyway, just returned from the Broken Egg. Rode the bike with the ET basket, by the way. The sampler -- egg over easy, turkey sausage was very good, thank you -- but the wait was priceless. I'm sitting on the little bench reading the USA Today. A women walks up the guy next and says: "Milt, who is Dick Vitale? Some kind of basketball coach or something?" Milt (not his real name, but the story sounds better this way): "I don't know. I think he used to be."

Reminded me of that the whole world doesn't revolve around sports. Early in my career, I'd be all worked up about some story, and the late, great Bill Ford would remind me: "One billion Chinese don't care" or words to that affect.

Back to baseball: Reader Mike reminds me to remind you that Saturday's and Monday's games are on FSN.