"you should know better by now."

For starters, our men's team won tonight 64-50. They're 6-5 heading into the conference schedule. Go Jags.

I'm not sure if I was particularly on my game tonight or what, but one fellow came up to me at halftime and paid me a very kind compliment. I'm guessing he's a parent of the opposing team (I know he was at least there to cheer on Samford). He came up to me and told me, in so many words or less, that he really liked my P.A. announcing and that I was very articulate and such. I thought it was very kind of him, really. He also offered a polite correction on one name, which I took graciously.

I'm honestly humble when it comes to doing this P.A. stuff. Oh sure, I love it and think I do a halfway decent job at it; but I think that's because I know I'm not the star attraction. I'm just coloring in some of the gaps for the spectators. That's my job. Period. Yes, I am cheering for the home team and will be more exuberant when they score and such. But I absolutely REFUSE to stoop to "homerism" like you see from that jackass at Auburn Hills. It's just not my bag, baby.

So when a fan comes to me and tells me they appreciate the job I'm doing, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right.

Another fan, after the game, asked me if I also work the Pacer games. I giggled a bit about that, but smiled and said no. I didn't get a swelled head over that. The only reason she said that, I believe, is because I made an announcement that the gym was closing in two minutes and punctuated it with a "two minutes . . . TWO-ahhh" a la Pacers P.A. guy Reb Porter.

Kevin Buerge, our S.I.D. shook his head, laughed and said to me, "we expect a lot more out of you in this job."

"You should know better by now," I replied.

The conference portion of our schedule is coming up. This is gonna be good.