For the last 30 minutes, as I contemplate how my bad back could hinder my chances for qualifying in the 2010 Olympics, I have had to listen to David Finfrock on Channel 5.
There is not a tornado. There are not 60 mph winds. There is no hail. There is no plague of some angel coming to kill my first born. We just have a bunch of thunderstorms coming through the area. For that, Channel 5 throws everything planned for their 6:00 p.m. news in the toilet and goes All David, All The Time. Kill me.