From Boston

I’ll be covering the Democratic National Convention like all the other cool bloggers.
The flight in was adventurous to say the least. All my luggage went to Tampa (fortunately I had the notebook computer with me). There was nearly a fight between the passengers and 30 Arab men who were loitering at the front of the plane. I exchanged knowing glances with the 83-year-old granny sitting next to me for two hours.
Once on the ground, it took me three hours to reach the hotel–where they had lost my reservations. So I slept in the park. I nearly had to fight my way into the free-speech stockade because I lost my admission ticket. While protesting, I got tired of a reporter from www.demslovebinladen.com asking me questions, so I told him to “shove it.”
While standing in line to use the restroom I dropped my extra battery, so blogging will be limited to 20 minutes per day. But hey, isn’t it great to blog about all these news stories on convention blogging?
Ha.
Okay, so I’m not really in Boston, and I’ll be covering the convention from the TV, not the Fleet Center. But we playing along at home can still have some fun, right?