Tough night in the Lowes Entertainment Broadcast Booth. John kept popping p's, (no sexual reference, by the way) and never seemed comfortable at the plate. Make up games are brutal. He probably had tickets to "The Lion King" and was missing it.
But the playoffs are coming, when WinWarbles become WinGasms, and John is working himself into shape. Last night's Sterl Hurl: 6.36 seconds.
Note the extreme definition in his "thu-uh-uh-uh-uh." Early in the year, he wasn't getting a solid throb percussion, and that was causing him to peel off and lose precious seconds. Now, he's bouncing the note much more freely, and the durations are coming on their own.
That's from working hard in the throat room and watching himself on videotape.
That comes, my friends, from professionalism.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
John approaching playoff range with 6.36 second WinWarble over Angels
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Also, Ms. Waldman's grunts and groans are getting a bit annoying.
Her smoker's wheeze is bad enough but those little guttural sounds she constantly makes are... disturbing.
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