Fall back

I've been saying for years that if I didn't work at a radio station, there was absolutely going to be a day when we'd "spring forward" or "fall back" and I'd have no idea until afterward. Well, here's how it went down. Alarm clock set for the radio to kick on at 7:30am, expecting Hub Arkush and the Pro Football Weekly show to ease me into the day of NFL action. Instead, half asleep I find myself listening to some issues-oriented "Real Sports" type of show and I'm very confused. I really wish I could stay in bed for another hour but knowing that the "alarm" portion (read: air raid siren) is going to kick in at 7:45am, I make it out of bed to prevent that thing from screaming at me. Grab some orange juice, sit down to check e-mail, set fantasy football lineups, etc., and the clock reads 6:48AM. Still disoriented and half asleep, I figure something's wrong with my computer. Check the cell phone and confirm... yep, it's not even 7:00 yet. Now I flash back to yesterday morning, when I woke up at around 7:15am, looked out the window and thought "I don't remember it ever being this dark at this time of day." Suddenly, I feel like Dave Kujan dropping his Kobayashi coffee cup after Verbal Kint/Keyser Soze has already walked out of his office and it all starts to come together. In fact, now I get why the parking lots in O.P. are opening at 8 this week. It's for idiots like me who are going to show up at 8, thinking that it's 9. So, I could've had that extra hour of sleep but, whatever, now I'm up. I guess it gives me time to eat breakfast and lay down a base coat of something in my stomach before the early drinking binge that is NFL football in WNY.