Let’s review a day in the life of a beat writer, shall we?
10:30 a.m.: Woke up after staying up to 4 a.m. watching television. Had to watch A Time To Kill until it finished. “Yes, they deserved to die and I hope they burn in hell!” Keifer Sutherland was a good bad guy.
10:31 a.m.: Review the other papers on line to see what they had. We all had the same thing. Well, most of us.
11 a.m.: Talked to the sports editor. Assured her I would have a story for tomorrow. Famous last words.
11:15 p.m.: Went to the bank, CVS and the post office.
1 p.m.: Called Fernando Cuza, agent of Mariano Rivera. His cell message says he’s out of the country but due back today. Left a message.
1:15 p.m.: Left a message with Cuza’s office just to cover all my bases.
2:30 p.m.: Called the Brooklyn offices of Seth and Sam Levinson. Talked to their very nice receptionist who said she would leave my number for both of them.
“Let me guess, you want to ask about Posada?” she said.
“Yep,” i said.
“I’m psychic,” she said.
3:45 p.m.: Called a friend of Mo’s I know pretty well. “Wish I had something for you,” he said. “I think he’ll sign with the Yanks. But I don’t know.”
3:46 p.m.: Make lunch. Chicken breast on the George Foreman Grill with some pita bread. Tivo has mysteriously recorded Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Try to decide whether Kim Kardashian is hot. Decide she is. But her sister is hotter.
5:05 p.m.: Left a message for Brian Cashman, who was still in the Bronx.
At the moment: Waiting for phone calls to be returned. Losing hope of that.
So there you have it. No news on Posada or Rivera, not yet anyway.