Manic Monday ... now that's an inspired idea. Thanks to all that participated, especially Peter White who did a stellar job here. Check 'em all.

So where's Waldo - I mean, Will. It was for weeks like this - and their intelligence and insight - that I knew I'd need a TFD, a Ken, a Scott. Originally, I just thought I wouldn't have anything to say, but with STP and promotional work in addition to my normal duties of UTK and radio, it doesn't take much to send me into overload.

Not the bad kind of overload, but the kind where I honestly don't have much to add to the conversation. I've been working on my first piece for Slate - BP has been writing some there and it's my shot at the big time this round. Slate has very high standards, so that's taken a good amount of time.

I'm also working out at the Indy Motor Speedway with ESPN 950. I did it last year and had a blast. It's not hard work. I watch the track, I report once an hour, and I have plenty of time to write. Once I figure out email - damn you, Flash! - I'll be set.

XM Radio ... it's worth it for hearing - back to back no less - Skee-Lo, Jurassic 5, Public Enemy, and Rakim. Yes, I'm a suburban white boy, but that's one hell of a set.

What other Will tidbits? The book's out. There will be a party. There will be a New York City trip and Pizza Feed this summer. I'm in Toronto tomorrow for a BP book signing. I'm working on a book proposal that I hope to share with you by mid-summer. Lots of great guests coming up on BPR and lots of exciting news on that front to come.

For now, if WCW is the bar across the street from the ballpark and I'm the regular ... you know how sometimes he just sits, sips his beer, and doesn't say much? It's cool, because you know him. He'll speak up soon enough. It's like that.