This is a weird way to make a living. You hang in a hotel lobby -- a nice hotel lobby -- from 9:30 a.m. until 10:30 p.m. You eat lunch, go outside to take and make cell phone calls and hope the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport airplanes don't obliterate the conversation.
An NFL owner leaves his boardroom/bunker mid-afternoon. It's Jim Irsay from the Indianapolis Colts. Reporters crowd him. He says he's taking a bathroom break.
That's the highlight until a big guy, media guy, sitting on the edge of a chair tips the thing over and falls on the floor. He's not hurt. Which is good, because we needed this.
And then, finally, there's news. At about 7 p.m. we gather in a news conference and listen to NFL commissioner Roger Goodell and his associates, including Carolina Panther owner Jerry Richardson.
The deal sounds extraordinary. Ten years -- 10 years of labor peace. But the players apparently don't like it. The acrimony runs deep.
I've said from the beginning that I don't think the owners are greedy and I don't think the players are greedy. We fling the term around because we think that we'd play for free. We wouldn't. It's not about money. It's about doing what's right. But who decides?
I like the deal. I like the structure. I like that the league goes back to work Saturday.
But how would I feel if I were a player? I have absolutely no idea.
And I have no idea what happens next.