The chair takes a back seat now.

Pushed into a far corner of The Courier's video production room, half-covered by an aging sheet, it's all alone. Once again, the chair has been abandoned, much like the discarded real estate signs, unused lights and other props that can be found in this second-floor space.

The chair that used to be part of this column will be left behind in the move. That happens. It's time for new furniture, perhaps a new bat, maybe one that's juiced. I could use a little extra power right now, as could we all.

The Saturday Courier is gone, boarded up, shutters torn free by the breeze. It's another thing I enjoyed that won't be coming back, like the Minnesota North Stars, reasonably priced adult beverage, Sport Magazine and eyes that could read an aspirin bottle without assistance.

So it's a Thursday thing now. This is where I sit. The neighborhood is familiar, of course. It's just another edition of the newspaper. But the view is different now. What you see out the window doesn't quite look the same.

Then again, moving is part of the deal in America, land of the free and home of the U-Haul. Before I settled here a quarter-century ago, I practiced it with all the enthusiasm of Allen Iverson at a morning workout. During one three-year stretch, my wife and I moved six times.

You never know where you'll end up.

When I took my first newspaper job, we settled for an old hotel that had been converted hastily into an apartment building. It was as spacious as a phone booth, and only the dirt was cheap. The best thing, though, was the steam heat. During a typical northern Minnesota winter, the place got so warm we had to open the windows and allow the 20-below zero air to join my wife and me. 'Til frostbite do we part.

So I have muscle memory of shifting from one place to another to the next. What can be tough about taking a set of ideas, an outlook, a few wasted words and sending them to the next stop? Besides, if you pay attention to the sports world, you'll understand that nothing stands still. Nothing or no one.

Franchises have wandered all over the country. In the case of the NFL's Colts, they slipped out of Baltimore in the dead of night and raced to Indianapolis 25 years ago. They're now occupying their second stadium. I wonder why? Maybe the steam heat didn't work any better there than it did in Eveleth, Minnesota.

Then there's the Sacramento Kings.

In the early days of the NBA, they were the Rochester Royals. That part of New York didn't care.

Then the team moved to Cincinnati. Despite the presence of Oscar Robertson and Jerry Lucas, nobody cared enough there, either.

So the Royals packed their bags and became a thing known as the Kansas City-Omaha Kings. Needless to say, the University of Nebraska's football team worried lot more about the competition from Oklahoma than it did the presence of the Kings.

So it was off to Sacramento. Now, Kings ownership wants a new arena. The next stop might be Guam.

The athletes are also on the go. A few of them barely get time to lace up their spikes. Over his 24 years as a Major League pitcher, Mike Morgan played for a dozen teams including my Minnesota Twins. He moved quickly. Then again, after watching Scott Aldred go 2-10 in 1997, I concluded that Aldred didn't move quickly enough.

Then there's the King of the Sports Road - Lou Saban. He's retired now, but take a look at his career.

Saban was the head coach in 10 different spots over a half-century. He ran the program at Western Illinois in the 1950s. He took two turns with both the Denver Broncos and Buffalo Bills. The last job listed on his biography was Chowan College in 2001 and 2002. Chowan is a small Baptist school in North Carolina.

More than any other coach, Saban knew how to pack the box, either tackle or cardboard.

Moving? No big deal. I'll get used to it. It's just a matter of throwing on the right theme music (Chuck Berry's "No Particular Place to Go" comes to mind) and getting ready for what happens next.

One problem. I'm a little tired. I need to sit down and rest.

Anybody got a good chair?

Contact Jim Sullivan at (319) 291-1434 or jim.sullivan@wcfcourier.com