Warm day in Levy

It was nearly hot today, maybe 75 degrees as I struggled along the Levy Loop, run in 24:40, with mile splits of 12:16 and 12:24. I never felt good.

I had to stop work late in the afternoon to run. I watched the NCAA Tournament for five hours, wrote a story about CBS' television coverage, battled a 2-mile run, then drove to the office to help present a bunch of stories written by a dozen of us. It was a difficult, only slightly rewarding day.

I'm not sure how I stand in the office pool after two days, but the Levy pool has Pam and Sam tied for first at 24-8. I'm third at 23-9. Jo is last at 21-11. Sam picked a great upset with her choice of San Diego over Connecticut. She sat on the front porch, and missed the closing seconds of San Diego's victory. "Watch it yourself, moron," she said. "I know San Diego will win."

We all enjoyed the best commercial of the day, and perhaps the best of all time. In it, some guy bought a six-pack of Bud Light that allowed him to converse with animals. He came home after work, met his dog in the kitchen, and said, "So, how was your day?" The dog said, "Sausage. Sausage. Sausages. Sausage."

"Did you do anything?"

"Sausage. Sausage, sausage, sausages."

He turned to a squirrel on his windowsill and said, "How are you?"

"Mind your own business, clown," the squirrel said.

His dog interrupted: "Sausage."