Once again, I've been nominated for yet another huge award.
I leave for Nashville tomorrow morning, where I'll be whisked from the airport aboard a Gray Line bus to some hotel. And on Sunday, there will be a big lunch thing, and at that lunch thing, they will announce the Echo Awards "Radio Personality of the Year".
This latest honor would follow a string of awards:
1) "Mr. Hustle" -- Assumption, Illinois Little League, 1982
So it's kind of embarrassing, but it's like every time I turn around it's, "Oh, here's another award."
"Mr. Hustle", and now, 26 years later, wham! -- another one. As before noted, I played eight years of baseball, and batted .000 for my entire career. Eight years. Let me tell you, it's not easy to "hustle" when you don't actually leave the batter's box. You have a very confined area in which to "hustle". I suppose I did deserve an award, for hustling within a 3 x 7 foot box.
I don't expect to win. I'm one of five nominees in my category, and the whole thing is kind of mysterious. I know only this: Whoever nominates hasn't actually heard me on the radio.
I'll let you know how it goes. These award things are silly, really! They just are. Silliness! And I don't think our medium should be about "competing" when we should be all about the Kingdom, so, just, you know, keep me in mind this weekend, that's all, and pray that my opponents will be humbled, brought to their knees, awestruck by my acceptance speech, paralyzed with crippling jealousy, and that everyone just has a good time of fellowship.