That ill wind

The Republicans have apparently never heard the expression: It's an ill wind that doesn't blow someone some good.

Hurricane Gustav had blown George Bush and Dick Cheney off their convention program, but instead of thanking high heaven, they arranged for the worst president in history to speak tonight by electronic hook-up.

I will watch anyway, grumbling all the while that I am not paid enough. There will also be Fred Thompson and Joe Lieberman in person, which sets the pulses racing, or it would if I were abnormal. A fuller report tomorrow.

By the way, the cricket matches against the visiting Toronto Police Association this past weekend (see last blog entry) were won by the gallant Pittsburgh team, narrowly on each occasion. The Toronto team was made up entirely of West Indians, mostly from Barbados, a cricket hotbed. I knew you could not sleep until you were told of the results.