As in disconnected.
According to one observer, that's how Glenn Geffner strikes him:
Glenn Geffner is a freaking baby - apparently spooked out by a mouse in the Trop press box last night, his voice went about three pitches higher the rest of the game. What's really annoying about him though is that he does not appear to be connected to the game or to Castiglione at all.
I have been thinking about it a lot this week, during Geffstock '07 in Tampa, trying to put my finger on what Geffner's contribution is most analogous to. I've concluded that it's like the banjo in a bluegrass band. Always going "doodily doodily doodily doodily do" and occasionally breaking in to go "doodily doodily doodily doodily do" in the foreground.
Apologies to banjos everywhere, as well as families of banjos.