How do you tell the local news crews from the network guys at a Presidential Pit Stop? Simple. During the inevitable downtime before the leader of the free world takes the teleprompter, the locals will mingle and chat. Those jet setting network techs, meanwhile, will drop like soldiers coming off a three day hike and get some shut-eye in front of God and everybody. At least that’s what fellow local Chris Weaver found today while he waited for President Obama to put out his smoke polish off that orange and speak to the people. By the time he did, I’m sure said soundie was in an upright position, for you don’t hold onto a gig like that by lying down on the job. You do, however, earn the right to be pixelated on these very pages, for there’s nothing like a supine audio technician to convince me I made the right call when I dodged the latest round of Obamathon. I’m sure he’ll be back in no time, for North Carolina is shaping up once again to be a battleground state and you know what they say, ” An Army travels on its back, er, belly, er, battery belt… Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go stretch out on the floor and snore some more.

How else will I ever go network?