Well hello again, my wonderful, beautiful, fantastic Jerryatrics. I know it is a difficult thing to use a tone of smug satisfaction in writing, but I would like to endeavor to do just that. You see, Jerryatrics, I rule. No, I guess more accurately, Katie Williams rules, but I'd like to think I rule just a little bit. You see, something has happened. Something both wonderful, and terrible to anyone that might consider themselves a Jerry hater. Something that Katie Williams helped arrange. The best thing, in fact, that has happened to the SWA in quite some time. Perhaps, my Jerryatrics, you are waiting for me to elaborate. Oh don't worry, I will.

Over the past couple of months, this column has consisted of a whole lot of anger and frustration. Anger at what had been done to my job, and frustration that I was trying so hard to show that I care for this company, and to keep caring for it despite what they were doing, and it wasn't being noticed. OK, OK, I acknowledge that the anger part may've been out there a bit more, but I swear, it's there. After all, I did issue this company an apology for snapping at them. Anyway, I'm starting to wander off topic. Let's get to why I can be so smug.

I guess there are only so many ways one can dodge around a point like this one, so honestly the best thing to do is just make it. Ladies and gentlemen, Jerryatrics and friends, SWA viewers of all races, creeds, and sexual orientations, Jerry Sheppard is back. You may be asking, "But what do you mean? You never really left!" To that, I answer simply, "No no no, friend. I'm back on commentary!" Yeah, that's right, folks, Jerry Sheppard is taking his old place at the announce position! I get to do again what I know I do better than anybody else in existence! And which of the Bob and Cal crew is leaving? Why neither of them! That's right, it's time for the SWA's first 3-man announce team! What does that mean for me? Competition? No. It just means I get to trump two guys every week instead of one!

Now, you may also be asking about Bob. How will he react? What's my reaction to having to work with him again? I don't know how he'll react, but I don't really care much. As for my reaction, well, it'll be the same as always. I get to make more jokes, and he has to take them. He has to, because it's his job to take them. Oh lord, I love being a color commentator!

So there it is, my fantastic, adoring Jerryatrics. There's the big news, and there is why I'm so insanely smug. I won out in the end, something I never expected to do. I owe Katie Williams a lot for this, so please, don't ask for or expect jokes about her. You're not gonna get them. Oh, one last thing. Wanna know when I'm coming back? Wanna know exactly when this glorious day is going to happen? I'll tell you. Next Sunday, Jerryatrics. Bloodsport. Life could not be more perfect. Until next time. I have some serious celebrating to do.