Since I haven't checked in recently, I figured I had to give you something. So here - you've been rickrolled. Now, I didn't exactly do it correctly (I'm supposed to link something else here that spams you to go to the YouTbue video), but hey! How often can you put Rick Astley on your blog without VIMMing (that's Vomit In My Mouth)?
Yet since I can't find a version of the video that I can embed, play along with me here and go to this proof of unconfirmed gaming news or trailers (well that's what Rickrolling is supposed to be).
Don't thank me now.
I'll be back in better blogging shape soon. Just too much going on these days - you know, real life stuff like work and so on.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Typical
This is one of the many reasons why I love baseball. There's nothing like this in sports - the Cubs should be dead. Scoreless through eight innings with the Brewers, Milwaukee tacks on three in the top of the ninth. So here are the Cubbies, down 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth. They bring the tying run to the plate in newcomer Kosuke Fukudome (pronounced KOH-skay foo-koo-DOH-me). Let Brent Musberger and Orel Hershiser bring you the rest...
Ah, but alas, just when you think the big Mo (that's momentum, people) is on the side of the Cubbies, one thing must always...be...remembered.
These are the CUBS!
The Brew Crew tacked on a run in the top of the 10th, and they went on to win 4-3. Folks, I've said it before, and I'll say it now - these are the games that you can not lose. When you've ripped victory away from the other team, you have to go for the kill. I think it is essential that you get the win.
Welcome back, baseball. Thanks to Mother Nature (who once told us that it's nice to fool with her), the Yankees will try again tonight.
Ah, but alas, just when you think the big Mo (that's momentum, people) is on the side of the Cubbies, one thing must always...be...remembered.
These are the CUBS!
The Brew Crew tacked on a run in the top of the 10th, and they went on to win 4-3. Folks, I've said it before, and I'll say it now - these are the games that you can not lose. When you've ripped victory away from the other team, you have to go for the kill. I think it is essential that you get the win.
Welcome back, baseball. Thanks to Mother Nature (who once told us that it's nice to fool with her), the Yankees will try again tonight.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
OK, Let's Get Going (just another way to say "Play Ball.")
All day, it began to feel right. Although somewhat chilly, there was warmth in the air. Sean and I ceremonially hung the Yankees flag up, then Sean recited the Pledge of Allegiance (with a few minor changes provided by me).
And yet, it was a normal spring day. We tried to drain water off the top of the pool and washed the cars. Laundry was done, the garage was cleaned, and a snake was spotted outside (pathetic little thing). Eventually, dinner was served (perhaps it should have been hot dogs, but pulled pork and mac and cheese will do). Then we watched Aladdin - an oldie, but a goodie (yeah, it's an oldie now - let's call it a classic).
Finally, I walked to the office, popped on the TV, and there it was. The Braves and Nationals were getting ready to open the Nats' new park in Washington. The National Anthem would be sung, the President would throw out the first pitch (say what you want about his politics, but the guy can throw), and we got underway.
There are plenty of things to nitpick at, sure. I still hate opening on Sunday night because ESPN mandates it. That's bull, but that's sports in this era - being dictated to by TV. I can't stand that ESPN is so busy listening to themselves talk that you don't get to see the lineup intros and the other pomp and circumstance. Again, that's TV. I'm shocked they showed the singing of the National Anthem. And of course, this is not my team that's playing. So for me, the REAL opener is tomorrow - 1:05 - in the still grandest cathedral of them all.
Baseball really should do it the way they used to - no other pitch could be thrown until the Reds held their annual parade, and started their game in Cincinnati. While baseball still does so many things right, it seems so destined to force feed countless things (Robinson, Jackie) yet forgets some of the little things that people love (single admission doubleheaders is a good example).
For tonight and, by extension, tomorrow, none of this matters. We don't care about Roger Clemens or even Andy Pettitte (the HGH user, not the pitcher). Jose Canseco is a sad, pathetic schlock-meister. He's not worthy of this conversation.
No, tonight we think about taking the extra base. About testing the right fielder's arm. We think about the new guys (LaTroy Hawkins will wear 21 in New York, in honor of Roberto Clemente. Nice thought, but there's a guy who wore 21 in The Bronx that's held in pretty high honor. Don't stink, LaTroy. That's all I'm saying.). We'll oil up the glove (maybe you won't, but I did). We'll turn on the radio (or Internet) and listen to the Voices. Especially the Great Scully. Always. So long as he's still doing it, there's nobody better, and I dare you to debate me on it.
The excitement builds to see my friends in Section 5 - Mick, Kennedy, Lizzie, Eddie, Steve, John (or some combo therein), and my cousin Kris.
Oh, we'll debate. Yankees? Mets? Red Sox? I don't want to debate about A-Rod doing steroids. I want to debate A-Rod versus Manny, or Papi, or even the Captain.
In fact, we're getting closer to debating A-Rod versus history. Is he better than them all?
The answer is still no. For now.
You can tell me I'm nuts if you wish; that baseball opened on Tuesday in Japan. I'll say poppycock (because it sounds more argumentative than Cracker Jack). That was a marketing ploy and exhibition that counts in the standings. It didn't give me the emotional charge that tonight has, or tomorrow will.
I wondered if it would happen. Why wasn't I getting that charge about baseball? I realized that I just needed tonight. No other sport does Opening Day like this. It just doesn't mean that much.
Indeed it hit me. The Final Four no longer seemed important. Wrestlemania? Irrelevant to me, but brilliantly covered by Sean Kilkelly. Fathers and sons tossed a ball around, and talked about the game. Our game. The American Game. Say what you want. I get it - football is king, the National Passion. But there's no doubt that baseball is still, and forever, the National Pastime.
Winter is over. The year can now begin. Baseball is back.
Play ball.
Steve Serby Q&A with Bobby Ray
I know, you're probably sick of the Bobby Murcer references by now. Well, here's some more. Here's a question and answer that Steve Serby did with Bobby Ray in the New York Post.
More Fearless and Incorrect Predictions
Well at least I have one team in the Final Four so far (thanks, UCLA). I should have taken North Carolina, but tried to be different, thus choosing Louisville. Such is life. If Texas and Kansas join the Bruins and Tar Heels, then I'll have three out of four. Not so bad.
That brings me to baseball, 2008. I've read some of the pros, like Peter Abraham, who I don't know and have never met, so calling him "PeteAbe" as some do doesn't seem right to me. Peter reminded me in his column today why I don't believe in heckling opposing players:
Anyway, we'll start in the NL - in the East, to be exact. Despite what Abraham thinks, I believe there is nobody as good as the Mets in the league. Johan Santana is amazing, Pedro Martinez is revitalized, and John Maine looks scary good. Whispers are that Willie Randolph is in trouble, but I don't think it matters. I'm telling you now that they'll roll in the East, and they'll be representing the NL in the World Series. They do have some concerns - the bullpen is shaky, and Carlos Delgado looks done right now, but David Wright is big time, and can you really believe that Jose Reyes will be that bad again? No, me neither. Plus there's quiet Carlos Beltran, and as my colleague Sean Kilkelly said on WGCH with me on Friday, the Mets have a trade or some kind of significant move up their sleeve. I agree with him.
Oh I still like the Phillies, but their pitching scares me. Still I think they can grab the Wild Card.
In the Central, I'll ride the wave and say that Louie and the Cubs will win it. Sadly, in this 100th anniversary of their last World Series win, they won't pick up the hardware.
Colorado was a nice story in 2007, but who really remembers them at this point? I'd love to put Joe (Mr. Torre) and the Dodgers into the playoffs out of the Western Division, but they continue to run their organization like it's a small-market team. Laughable, really. I think Arizona is in better shape, with Brandon Webb and Dan Haren at the top of the rotation. If Randy Johnson returns and has anything, as a number three starter no less, then the D'Backs will be solid, and will jump to the NLCS.
I'll still take the Mets in the NL.
To the American League, let's get right to it. The Red Sox have enough to win the East Division. The Yankees, in my very humble and dark opinion, do not. The Central will be taken by the Tigers, so long as they get the pitching that they should have - especially from Dontrelle Willis. I'm not hearing good things from Seattle, so I'll take the Angels - the freaking pain-in-the-neck-play-like-the-Yankees-of-the-late-90's Angels - in the West.
That leaves the Wild Card. Oh, to have it be the Yankees. The grand lady (Yankee Stadium) has to have one more raucous October crowd.
Sports gods are funny in that they don't often behave that way. Sometimes yes; sometimes no.
These are the Yankees. The sports gods are not big fans (believe it or not).
(This will please Mr. Tim Parry) The Indians will take the Wild Card. They're better, and they have a true ace in CC Sabathia, who will show the world why he will be a Yankee in 2009. There's your first starter in the new Stadium.
I'll take the Tigers to win the AL, and the whole shooting match (over the Mets - don't thank me now, Mets fans). The primary reason for this is their pitching - Justin Verlander, Jeremy Bonderman, D-Train (Willis), Nate Robertson, and even Kenny Rogers. Their offense is solid, led by Pudge Rodriguez and Magglio Ordonez, and they have arguably the best in the managerial business in Jim Leyland. Put it all together and it spells a party in Motown.
As usual, I hope I'm wrong and that the Yankees are nailing down those final outs to win that now-elusive 27th Championship...in the Cathedral, before it's used as a hockey rink.
By the way, there's a law in New York that building can't be imploded, thus we can not share the joy of watching Shea Stadium crumble ala the Kingdome. Sad, that.
Incidentally, Ken Rosenthal picked the Braves to win it all. While I appreciate his high praise in thinking that Sean and I will lead our SoftToss team to the top of the Carmel Sports Association, I must remind Mr. Rosenthal that the CSA SoftToss division doesn't keep score. So nobody wins.
Oh, he didn't mean our Braves?
Well never mind then.
That brings me to baseball, 2008. I've read some of the pros, like Peter Abraham, who I don't know and have never met, so calling him "PeteAbe" as some do doesn't seem right to me. Peter reminded me in his column today why I don't believe in heckling opposing players:
A fan wearing a Yankees shirt heckled Trot Nixon - a former member of the Red Sox who is now with the Diamondbacks - earlier this month during a game in Tucson, Ariz. Nixon heard the trash talk, then belted a two-run home run. He glared at the man as he crossed the plate. "If you want to get me right, bring in some Yankees fans," Nixon said. "You can hear everything in spring training."I once saw people mocking Juan Gonzalez before Game One of the 1996 ALDS. I warned those around me that it might awaken a sleeping giant. All Juan Gone did that night was pop a three-run homer off David Cone as the Rangers beat the Yankees, 6-2. Full disclosure - the Bombers won the series in four games, but Gonzalez played like a man possessed.
Anyway, we'll start in the NL - in the East, to be exact. Despite what Abraham thinks, I believe there is nobody as good as the Mets in the league. Johan Santana is amazing, Pedro Martinez is revitalized, and John Maine looks scary good. Whispers are that Willie Randolph is in trouble, but I don't think it matters. I'm telling you now that they'll roll in the East, and they'll be representing the NL in the World Series. They do have some concerns - the bullpen is shaky, and Carlos Delgado looks done right now, but David Wright is big time, and can you really believe that Jose Reyes will be that bad again? No, me neither. Plus there's quiet Carlos Beltran, and as my colleague Sean Kilkelly said on WGCH with me on Friday, the Mets have a trade or some kind of significant move up their sleeve. I agree with him.
Oh I still like the Phillies, but their pitching scares me. Still I think they can grab the Wild Card.
In the Central, I'll ride the wave and say that Louie and the Cubs will win it. Sadly, in this 100th anniversary of their last World Series win, they won't pick up the hardware.
Colorado was a nice story in 2007, but who really remembers them at this point? I'd love to put Joe (Mr. Torre) and the Dodgers into the playoffs out of the Western Division, but they continue to run their organization like it's a small-market team. Laughable, really. I think Arizona is in better shape, with Brandon Webb and Dan Haren at the top of the rotation. If Randy Johnson returns and has anything, as a number three starter no less, then the D'Backs will be solid, and will jump to the NLCS.
I'll still take the Mets in the NL.
To the American League, let's get right to it. The Red Sox have enough to win the East Division. The Yankees, in my very humble and dark opinion, do not. The Central will be taken by the Tigers, so long as they get the pitching that they should have - especially from Dontrelle Willis. I'm not hearing good things from Seattle, so I'll take the Angels - the freaking pain-in-the-neck-play-like-the-Yankees-of-the-late-90's Angels - in the West.
That leaves the Wild Card. Oh, to have it be the Yankees. The grand lady (Yankee Stadium) has to have one more raucous October crowd.
Sports gods are funny in that they don't often behave that way. Sometimes yes; sometimes no.
These are the Yankees. The sports gods are not big fans (believe it or not).
(This will please Mr. Tim Parry) The Indians will take the Wild Card. They're better, and they have a true ace in CC Sabathia, who will show the world why he will be a Yankee in 2009. There's your first starter in the new Stadium.
I'll take the Tigers to win the AL, and the whole shooting match (over the Mets - don't thank me now, Mets fans). The primary reason for this is their pitching - Justin Verlander, Jeremy Bonderman, D-Train (Willis), Nate Robertson, and even Kenny Rogers. Their offense is solid, led by Pudge Rodriguez and Magglio Ordonez, and they have arguably the best in the managerial business in Jim Leyland. Put it all together and it spells a party in Motown.
As usual, I hope I'm wrong and that the Yankees are nailing down those final outs to win that now-elusive 27th Championship...in the Cathedral, before it's used as a hockey rink.
By the way, there's a law in New York that building can't be imploded, thus we can not share the joy of watching Shea Stadium crumble ala the Kingdome. Sad, that.
Incidentally, Ken Rosenthal picked the Braves to win it all. While I appreciate his high praise in thinking that Sean and I will lead our SoftToss team to the top of the Carmel Sports Association, I must remind Mr. Rosenthal that the CSA SoftToss division doesn't keep score. So nobody wins.
Oh, he didn't mean our Braves?
Well never mind then.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Might be Time For the Seahawks to Get Over It
- Photo by Dan Powers, The Post-Cresscent.I've had my say about the Steelers win in Super Bowl XL. A couple of the so-called "bad calls" that went the Stillers way in that game were RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICALS' EYES.
As I recall, the striped shirts didn't have much to do with the blown plays (like letting the Steelers complete a 37-yard pass on THIRD and 28, or the dropped passes, or the Hines Ward touchdown catch...).
OK, so that was then. Gotta get over it, you say? Well give a read to THIS!
A 24-year-old South Kitsap man — and self-proclaimed Seattle Seahawks fan — was arrested Sunday for allegedly spitting on the hamburger he prepared for a man wearing Pittsburgh Steelers attire, according to Kitsap County Sheriff's Office reports.Is it something you might have thought about? Perhaps, but to actually do it?
Yikes.
Move on, fella.
Besides I have more pressing things to worry about. Like why - in the Facebook quiz called "What is Your 80's Song?" was my answer Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive?"
Why oh why?
Quickly Off The Bench
Stopped by Cardinal Yard today in Greenwich (that's where Greenwich plays their baseball names, and I felt that they needed a better field name than "Greenwich High School Baseball Field") and saw the Cards whip Port Chester in a scrimmage. If all goes according to plan, I will be with the Cardinals for every pitch (give or take) of the 2008 season. Coach Mike Mora introduced me to the squad and said I was a "good luck charm."
Um...Coach? You know I love baseball and being with the Cards, but the team has won one FCIAC Championship since I called my first game in April 1999. I'm just letting you know that I'm not good luck.
Speaking of baseball...HUGE NEWS! I got the email I've been waiting for - to let me know our roster and name for Sean's (aka "The Son") soft toss Carmel Sports Association (CSA) team. Ladies and gentlemen (Met's fans, please hold your projectile vomit), Sean will play for...and I will coach...THE BRAVES!
Logo credit to Chris Creamer's ridiculously awesome Sports Logo site.
Does this mean Sean will be Chipper Jones? Will I...since I'm technically the assistant coach...be Leo Mazzone? No...and No. What this means is that we'll have a blast again (I hope), just as we did when we were T-Ball Giants in 2007. We'll get underway sometime in the next week. Incidentally the Giants will be in the good hands of friends. There's a chance I may join them to assist from time to time. What can I tell you? I love this freaking game.
Oh, if you have nothing better to do, please check out WGCH (1490 on your AM dial) between 6:00am and 9:00am this Monday and Wednesday (and the following Tuesday as well). I'll be anchoring our NewsCenter, filling in for Tony Savino, who thinks it's his patriotic duty to run off to Florida for the Mets' opener against the Marlins. He reports that it's 80 degrees and sunny down there.
He's just paying me back for when I was in Naples last November.
Among my many guests will be the Governor of Connecticut, M. Jodi Rell, and the truly one and only Sean G. Kilkelly (aka "The Killer"). I'll also interview the mayor of the good city of Stam-Ford, Dan Malloy.
Truly good times, and fine listening for all. And if you can't get enough, join me from 12-12:30pm on those same days for more merriment.
Um...Coach? You know I love baseball and being with the Cards, but the team has won one FCIAC Championship since I called my first game in April 1999. I'm just letting you know that I'm not good luck.
Speaking of baseball...HUGE NEWS! I got the email I've been waiting for - to let me know our roster and name for Sean's (aka "The Son") soft toss Carmel Sports Association (CSA) team. Ladies and gentlemen (Met's fans, please hold your projectile vomit), Sean will play for...and I will coach...THE BRAVES!
Logo credit to Chris Creamer's ridiculously awesome Sports Logo site.
Does this mean Sean will be Chipper Jones? Will I...since I'm technically the assistant coach...be Leo Mazzone? No...and No. What this means is that we'll have a blast again (I hope), just as we did when we were T-Ball Giants in 2007. We'll get underway sometime in the next week. Incidentally the Giants will be in the good hands of friends. There's a chance I may join them to assist from time to time. What can I tell you? I love this freaking game.
Oh, if you have nothing better to do, please check out WGCH (1490 on your AM dial) between 6:00am and 9:00am this Monday and Wednesday (and the following Tuesday as well). I'll be anchoring our NewsCenter, filling in for Tony Savino, who thinks it's his patriotic duty to run off to Florida for the Mets' opener against the Marlins. He reports that it's 80 degrees and sunny down there.
He's just paying me back for when I was in Naples last November.
Among my many guests will be the Governor of Connecticut, M. Jodi Rell, and the truly one and only Sean G. Kilkelly (aka "The Killer"). I'll also interview the mayor of the good city of Stam-Ford, Dan Malloy.
Truly good times, and fine listening for all. And if you can't get enough, join me from 12-12:30pm on those same days for more merriment.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Fairfield County's (arguably) Favorite Musician Comes Into My Territory
John Mayer and I have very little in common. He's a very talented musician and a chick magnet. I can sing in the car (or shower) and do not measure up to him with the ladies.
The only thing I thought we had in common was Fairfield, Connecticut. He lived there and went to school there. I have visited there for broadcasts and family stuff. But perhaps John and I will be calling games together one day (thanks, Awful Announcing)...
Apparently that's really him. With a little training, he just might make it. So John, send me a note sometime. I'll find a spot for you in the WGCH booth.
The only thing I thought we had in common was Fairfield, Connecticut. He lived there and went to school there. I have visited there for broadcasts and family stuff. But perhaps John and I will be calling games together one day (thanks, Awful Announcing)...
Apparently that's really him. With a little training, he just might make it. So John, send me a note sometime. I'll find a spot for you in the WGCH booth.
Pretty Cool Memories
The Journal News put their 2008 baseball preview online, and a big theme involves the demise of both Shea and Yankee Stadiums. A few of the articles that jumped out at me:
- The Stadium timeline.
- An oral history.
- Peter Abraham's top 10 games played there.
I will admit that I think Pete missed quite a few but I won't quarrel with him. The article though that grabbed me the most was this one, gathering the thoughts of players with local ties. Brian Heyman caught up with Ralph Branca, Ken Singleton, John Flaherty, and Mahopac's own Dave Fleming, who graduated with a future broadcaster/blogger in 1987.
I saw a lot of my old school friends that night, and despite our love of the Yankees, we knew that they were probably going nowhere that season, so letting a local guy beat our team wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen.
The box score for the game is here. It makes me ill to look at it (from a Yankees perspective).
I hit against him in our town leagues, and he owned me most of the time, but I recall getting a hit against him...once.
Good memories there.
- The Stadium timeline.
- An oral history.
- Peter Abraham's top 10 games played there.
I will admit that I think Pete missed quite a few but I won't quarrel with him. The article though that grabbed me the most was this one, gathering the thoughts of players with local ties. Brian Heyman caught up with Ralph Branca, Ken Singleton, John Flaherty, and Mahopac's own Dave Fleming, who graduated with a future broadcaster/blogger in 1987.
"Growing up, I always thought I was a hitter, like most pitchers do," Fleming said. "Bobby Murcer was my idol growing up, so I always pictured myself hitting at Yankee Stadium and playing first base."Dave's memory is pretty good - he left with a 5-2 lead with one out in the bottom of the ninth after Robert Kelly singled. I was there that night, and it was the first time that I ever gave an opposing player any kind of ovation. By the way, I also flew out of my seat when Danny Tartabull hit a bomb to dead center off of Flem ( A Yankees fan to the end, I suppose). Still, I was pretty proud to see a classmate who I shared the same favorite player with, and talked with him about that, on the mound at the most hallowed place in sports.
The former Mahopac High standout ended up pitching there during his major-league run from 1991-95, going 3-0. He got to wear a Yankees uniform late in his career in an unsuccessful bid in 1998 to make the team during spring training after rotator-cuff trouble had thrown him off course.
Fleming will always remember his first time working on the mound in the Bronx, starting for Seattle just before the All-Star break in 1992, when he was on his way to a career-high 17 wins.
"I remember a lot of people being there from Mahopac," said Fleming, now a 38-year-old fifth-grade teacher who works and lives in Connecticut. "There were two banners hanging up with my name on it, which you usually didn't see for an opposing player at Yankee Stadium. I think I got one out in the ninth and I gave up a hit and they took me out.
"I got to walk off the mound with a 5-2 or a 4-2 lead. So that was kind of neat to just hear some people clapping. Some people had walked down to the dugout, screaming out my name. It was a lot of pressure because I didn't want to let everybody down, but it was also a lot of fun."
I saw a lot of my old school friends that night, and despite our love of the Yankees, we knew that they were probably going nowhere that season, so letting a local guy beat our team wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen.
The box score for the game is here. It makes me ill to look at it (from a Yankees perspective).
I hit against him in our town leagues, and he owned me most of the time, but I recall getting a hit against him...once.
Good memories there.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Crime Town?
I kid, of course, with the title of this post, but the quiet little area of Carmel and Lake Carmel has been in the news over the past 48 hours for being a hotbed of crime activity.
Things began on Monday, when a robbery occurred at the Putnam County Savings Bank on route 52 in the town of Kent - just north of the hamlet of Carmel.
Then things got really crazy yesterday. An attempted robbery was foiled inside the Rite Aid pharmacy in the Shop Rite plaza on route 52 in Carmel. Just for reference purposes, this plaza is close enough to the current Casa Adams that I've walked there to get lunch from Redendo's pizza place and to buy pool supplies at the now-defunct Orange County Pools location.
Next came the shocker - a rare Putnam County murder. This happened in Lake Carmel.
Allow me to stop here for a moment to give you the geography lesson. Lake Carmel is situated in the town of Kent. The hamlet of Carmel is in the town of Carmel. Mahopac is also part of the town of Carmel. Lastly, the lake you see when you're in the hamlet of Carmel is Lake Gleneida...not Lake Carmel. That, as I said earlier, is in the town of Kent.
And just for Ricky Fritsch, the Cardinals are defending the west end zone.
OK, I digress.
I have to admit that I made a fast phone call to my brother, who lives fairly close to where the murder took place. He assured me that A) he's very much alive, and B) that he wasn't using his one phone call from jail to call me.
Trust me, we have that kind of relationship. It's a sick sense of humor.
UPDATE: Holy Cow! We have a Bobbitt on our hands! From the Journal News:
Things began on Monday, when a robbery occurred at the Putnam County Savings Bank on route 52 in the town of Kent - just north of the hamlet of Carmel.
Then things got really crazy yesterday. An attempted robbery was foiled inside the Rite Aid pharmacy in the Shop Rite plaza on route 52 in Carmel. Just for reference purposes, this plaza is close enough to the current Casa Adams that I've walked there to get lunch from Redendo's pizza place and to buy pool supplies at the now-defunct Orange County Pools location.
Next came the shocker - a rare Putnam County murder. This happened in Lake Carmel.
Allow me to stop here for a moment to give you the geography lesson. Lake Carmel is situated in the town of Kent. The hamlet of Carmel is in the town of Carmel. Mahopac is also part of the town of Carmel. Lastly, the lake you see when you're in the hamlet of Carmel is Lake Gleneida...not Lake Carmel. That, as I said earlier, is in the town of Kent.
And just for Ricky Fritsch, the Cardinals are defending the west end zone.
OK, I digress.
I have to admit that I made a fast phone call to my brother, who lives fairly close to where the murder took place. He assured me that A) he's very much alive, and B) that he wasn't using his one phone call from jail to call me.
Trust me, we have that kind of relationship. It's a sick sense of humor.
UPDATE: Holy Cow! We have a Bobbitt on our hands! From the Journal News:
Pamala L. Murray Mirra, 41, of 49 Clubhouse Road, Lake Carmel, is charged with second-degree murder and first-degree manslaughter, felonies, in the beating and stabbing of 56-year-old Frank J. Mirra, whom authorities believe was her husband.Well now! That sounds...um...nasty.
Christopher York, chief assistant district attorney for Putnam County, said today that Kent police recovered a sledgehammer and knife believed to be the murder weapons from the two-story house at 49 Clubhouse Drive in the Lake Carmel section of Kent.
He also confirmed that the victim was knifed in his groin area and that his penis was cut.
"There were knife injuries to the genital area," York said.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
F***ing Right I Did!
Uh oh...a little trouble for Andy Brickley, colour (it's hockey, after all) commentator for the Boston Bruins on NESN. It seems Mr. Brickley didn't realize that they had come back from a commercial break.
I'm unable to embed the video, so hop over to Boston Sportz for the proof.
UPDATE: An intrepid reader (and the person who this post was actually directed at) sent me an email (as I knew he would). I hope he doesn't mind me pasting in a few of his notes:
I'm unable to embed the video, so hop over to Boston Sportz for the proof.
UPDATE: An intrepid reader (and the person who this post was actually directed at) sent me an email (as I knew he would). I hope he doesn't mind me pasting in a few of his notes:
- He made his comments when they were supposed to be going into a commercial breakSo there you have it. In all honesty, not a whole lot is really being made of it so far outside of Boston, so we'll see what (if anything) develops.
- It may have only been heard/broadcast on the HD feed. I don’t have the HD feed and nothing was broadcast during the standard definition broadcast.
That being said, a lot more was made (from B’s fans on the hockey boards) that he seemed to be taking veiled shots at Dale Arnold (former B’s announcer)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Yankee Stadium: Let The Memories Begin
ESPN has often been the subject of my criticism, but they get a solid from me for this. I have to laugh when some think that the Worldwide Leader is so-Yankee-centric, but whatever. This video gave me chills, and reminded me of why I love that freakin' patch of ground so much.
Patrick Roy's Son Will Take On All-Comers
From Deadspin, here's a little something for you hockey fans (read: Harold, Sean, Mick, Tim, and that's about it). For the rest of you, let's put it this way - hockey fights are cool, especially when they involve legendary players kids acting like punks.
The goalie in the red jersey is Jonathan Roy, the son of Patrick Roy (pronounced "wah" by the way). Patrick Roy - like him or not - was one the greatest (if not the greatest) goalies ever (honestly - don't even try to make a top five without including him). His son appears to be desparate to keep the Roy name alive.
Watch and enjoy.
The goalie in the red jersey is Jonathan Roy, the son of Patrick Roy (pronounced "wah" by the way). Patrick Roy - like him or not - was one the greatest (if not the greatest) goalies ever (honestly - don't even try to make a top five without including him). His son appears to be desparate to keep the Roy name alive.
Watch and enjoy.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Have a Good Weekend
Yesterday went very well in my March Madness brackets. Today didn't quite go as well. I mean, who saw a key injury striking UConn? A lot of these things can't be predicted.
Oh well, I've always said I'm not a good prognosticator.
I visited with my old friends today at the red bullseye. It was good to see them, and I felt a little weird. I don't think I've been there since October or November, and there was some deja vu or something. That's OK.
Happy birthday, Sandi. I'd give you a compliment here, but you don't take them well, so I'll quit while I'm ahead. I just hope you had a good day, and Sean and I tried to give you a nice night.
I'm off to Pennsylvania for the weekend with Sean and Stephanie and Laura and Steve's. Sean will have a blast with Kendall and Emma. If you don't know who these people are, then buy a scorecard! I'm conflicted about going, but I'll go, and we'll have fun. I doubt I'll be able to check in, so be safe and well, and if Easter is your thing, then enjoy.
I suspect David Patterson will still be New York's governor when we next get together, but you never know.
Oh well, I've always said I'm not a good prognosticator.
I visited with my old friends today at the red bullseye. It was good to see them, and I felt a little weird. I don't think I've been there since October or November, and there was some deja vu or something. That's OK.
Happy birthday, Sandi. I'd give you a compliment here, but you don't take them well, so I'll quit while I'm ahead. I just hope you had a good day, and Sean and I tried to give you a nice night.
I'm off to Pennsylvania for the weekend with Sean and Stephanie and Laura and Steve's. Sean will have a blast with Kendall and Emma. If you don't know who these people are, then buy a scorecard! I'm conflicted about going, but I'll go, and we'll have fun. I doubt I'll be able to check in, so be safe and well, and if Easter is your thing, then enjoy.
I suspect David Patterson will still be New York's governor when we next get together, but you never know.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
At the Very Least, the Yankees are New York's Team
Based on the comments of Hank Steinbrenner last month, the Yankees may or may rule the universe. What's for certain, based on a Sienna Research Institute survey, is that the Bombers rule New York...by far.
What's also revealed is that a very high percentage of New Yorkers think that Roger Clemens used PED's. Shocking, that.
Thanks to Neil Best:
There's still more, including a stupid notion that New Yorker's would have stripped the Patriots of any championships due to Spygate (which the Giants negated, of course).
What does this prove? Nothing, other than more chest-puffing for those of us in Yankees Universe. I consider the two teams to be about equal, but this is still Yankee-land. Every once in a while, the pendulum will swing slightly (late 60's/early 70's and mid-80's).
I'm ready for some basketball now. The Yankees begin on March 31st against the Blue Jays, and yes, I'll be watching it on TV. At home (though probably via replay that night - I have to work that day).
Speaking of TV, the folks at DirecTV might not love me so much right now, after I went all-don't-hit-me-with-disconnect-fees-crazy on them. But that's for another time.
What's also revealed is that a very high percentage of New Yorkers think that Roger Clemens used PED's. Shocking, that.
Thanks to Neil Best:
By better than four-to-one (54-12 percent) New Yorkers believe Roger Clemens used performance enhancing drugs, despite his repeated denials. This helps explain why more New Yorkers (36%) have an unfavorable opinion of the former Yankee pitcher than those (28%) who have a favorable impression of Clemens, according to a new Siena NY Sports Poll released today by the Siena (College) Research Institute (SRI). Nearly two-thirds of New Yorkers would deny induction into a “Hall of Fame” for athletes that used performance enhancing drugs and a majority endorse the investigation of drugs in sports by Congress. The Siena NY Sports Poll also finds that the Yankees are the team with far and away the most New York fans. The Bronx Bombers were selected by 27%, followed by the Mets (12%) and the Superbowl champion Giants (9%).Beyond that, Derek Jeter is the most popular athlete, New York is a baseball state, and an overwhelming majority think Yankee Stadium should not be torn down.
There's still more, including a stupid notion that New Yorker's would have stripped the Patriots of any championships due to Spygate (which the Giants negated, of course).
What does this prove? Nothing, other than more chest-puffing for those of us in Yankees Universe. I consider the two teams to be about equal, but this is still Yankee-land. Every once in a while, the pendulum will swing slightly (late 60's/early 70's and mid-80's).
I'm ready for some basketball now. The Yankees begin on March 31st against the Blue Jays, and yes, I'll be watching it on TV. At home (though probably via replay that night - I have to work that day).
Speaking of TV, the folks at DirecTV might not love me so much right now, after I went all-don't-hit-me-with-disconnect-fees-crazy on them. But that's for another time.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
March Madness
By far, this is the least comfortable I've ever felt with my brackets. I try to do conventional thinking, but also think "outside the box." Some years that works great - other years don't go so well (last year was pretty bad).
For the record, Sandi won the pool that we were in last year. No - it did not bother me. It was found money, first of all, and it proved what I knew all along:
- That just because I'm a sports broadcaster doesn't mean that I automatically excel at these things,
- That you need a lot of luck to win these things, and more importantly...
- Despite what she says, she has a clue about sports. She'll deny it, but she knows just enough.
Honestly, I was proud of her.
OK, enough stalling. Here are my god-awful picks for the Final Four:
East - Louisville
Midwest - Kansas
South - Texas (almost took Pitt, just because)
West - UCLA
Two number one's, a three, and a two. After that, I have Kansas and UCLA in the title game (not out on a limb there). In honor of the Wizard of Westwood - the great John Wooden (Yankees fan, by the way), I'll take the Bruins of UCLA to win the National Championship.
Incidentally, I heard Billy Packer interviewed today by Mike and the Mad Dog, and he said the Wizard's body is breaking down (he's 97, after all) but his mind is still as sharp as ever. John Wooden is a treasure - that's for sure.
Let the Madness begin!
For the record, Sandi won the pool that we were in last year. No - it did not bother me. It was found money, first of all, and it proved what I knew all along:
- That just because I'm a sports broadcaster doesn't mean that I automatically excel at these things,
- That you need a lot of luck to win these things, and more importantly...
- Despite what she says, she has a clue about sports. She'll deny it, but she knows just enough.
Honestly, I was proud of her.
OK, enough stalling. Here are my god-awful picks for the Final Four:
East - Louisville
Midwest - Kansas
South - Texas (almost took Pitt, just because)
West - UCLA
Two number one's, a three, and a two. After that, I have Kansas and UCLA in the title game (not out on a limb there). In honor of the Wizard of Westwood - the great John Wooden (Yankees fan, by the way), I'll take the Bruins of UCLA to win the National Championship.
Incidentally, I heard Billy Packer interviewed today by Mike and the Mad Dog, and he said the Wizard's body is breaking down (he's 97, after all) but his mind is still as sharp as ever. John Wooden is a treasure - that's for sure.
Let the Madness begin!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
MLB TV Might Want to Fix This
I'm enjoying the coverage of the Yankees/Virginia Tech baseball game, courtesy of MLB TV, who offered it for free. Believe me, I'm not complaining, but there is something that is a touch wrong.
The coverage is from the YES Network, with Michael Kay and Bob Lorenz on the call. No problem there. When they go to commercial though, that's where MLB kicks in. Among their spots is one from the San Francisco Giants - looking to drum up ticket sales. Fans are asked for their favorite Giant. By now, you can figure out where this is going...
Barry Bonds.
Just...one...problem...
Barry Bonds isn't a Giant anymore.
Oops.
Perhaps they would like to update the spot and add perhaps Willie Mays? Stretch McCovey? Bobby Ray Murcer (who was, sadly, a Giant from 1975 and 1976)?
Oh, and great job by the Yankees today with this appearance in Blacksburg. Sorry, once in a while, the Bombers look really really good. This is one of those days where the Evil Empire isn't very evil.
The coverage is from the YES Network, with Michael Kay and Bob Lorenz on the call. No problem there. When they go to commercial though, that's where MLB kicks in. Among their spots is one from the San Francisco Giants - looking to drum up ticket sales. Fans are asked for their favorite Giant. By now, you can figure out where this is going...
Barry Bonds.
Just...one...problem...
Barry Bonds isn't a Giant anymore.
Oops.
Perhaps they would like to update the spot and add perhaps Willie Mays? Stretch McCovey? Bobby Ray Murcer (who was, sadly, a Giant from 1975 and 1976)?
Oh, and great job by the Yankees today with this appearance in Blacksburg. Sorry, once in a while, the Bombers look really really good. This is one of those days where the Evil Empire isn't very evil.
The Cards Get Their Rings
They handed out the hardware at Greenwich High School last night. I passed on the ceremoney, opting for some corned beef with Sandi and Sean. Fortunately Jesse Quinlan was there, and you can read what he has to say.
For me, the most important part of the article is the look into Cardinals football in 2008:
When is the Quarterback club golf outing at The Griff? It might be the only time I touch my clubs in 2008...at least, on the golf course.
For me, the most important part of the article is the look into Cardinals football in 2008:
Not only will the Cards graduate a standout senior class, they'll play an 11-game regular-season schedule that is full of challenging obstacles and some tweaks, like a rare matchup against Ridgefield.I have to level with you - I have just one question in regards to Cardinals football right now (besides "where is the schedule?"), and that is:
In addition to the season-opener against Central and the Thanksgiving Day finale against Staples, Greenwich has another game slated against an out-of-state powerhouse - only this time the Cards won't have to travel more than 1,300 miles to play it.
Actually, the Cards won't even have to leave town for this showdown as they'll host St. Joseph Regional, of Montvale, N.J., in Week 7. The teams tossed around the idea of playing at Giants Stadium, but under that scenario, changes to the rest of the schedule were necessary - something that would have affected other CIAC schools. The Green Knights went 9-2 last season, including a 43-21 victory over perennial power Bergen Catholic in their finale.
Under a CIAC proposal, league title games such as the FCIAC championship would be wiped out and the state tournament expanded to eight teams per division. As soon as next year, the CIAC may also do away with spring football practices, a move that Albonizio opposes.
"Once we lose spring football, we may never get it back," he said. "That's the proposal I'm most concerned about."
When is the Quarterback club golf outing at The Griff? It might be the only time I touch my clubs in 2008...at least, on the golf course.
Consumer Alert!
Looks like I, along with many others, was potentially part of a huge security breach at Hannaford Supermarkets. According to media reports (including this one in the New York Times):
This is obviously a serious matter, to be sure, so if you think you might have been affected, this link will take you to a statement from Hannaford's CEO.
Again, I have faith in Hannaford, so they can keep my business, but this serves to remind us all how vigilant we have to be on so many things.
The Hannaford Brothers supermarket chain announced a security breach that began Dec. 7 and led to thefts of customer credit and debit card numbers from more than 200 stores. Hannaford says the security breach affects all of its 165 stores in the Northeast, 106 Sweetbay stores in Florida and a smaller number of independent groceries. The company estimates that 4.2. million credit and debit card numbers were potentially exposed, and that there have been about 1,800 cases of reported fraud related to the breach, said Carol Eleazer, Hannaford’s vice president of marketing in Scarborough. The company says card numbers were stolen in the authorization transmission process.This might explain why my debit card wasn't working for the past several days (and I thought it was due to just a little ol' lack of funds). The truth was that my card was used and the pin was incorrectly entered. It seems that nothing was stolen (not that there's much to steal - HAH!). Anyway, I'm back in business and to show you what a loyal customer I am, I went to Hannaford last night for some sliced corned beef ('twas St. Patty's Day, after all).
This is obviously a serious matter, to be sure, so if you think you might have been affected, this link will take you to a statement from Hannaford's CEO.
Again, I have faith in Hannaford, so they can keep my business, but this serves to remind us all how vigilant we have to be on so many things.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Wrapping Up the Winter
So we've crowned our winter champions in Connecticut high school sports (congrats to all), and as we get ready to turn our attention to spring (baseball, here I come!!), I was struck by a well thought-out piece by my compadre, Mr. Tim Parry. Tim says, in short, that FCIAC hockey can't compete with the big boys. Ridgefield, Darien, New Canaan, Greenwich, all had over .500 records, yet all came up short. Your Division I champion? Fairfield Prep, with the lofty regular season record of 9-10-1.
Now don't get me wrong - I'm down with Prep. My nephew Conor goes there, so big ups to the Jesuits! Yet as Tim points out, the level of competition is much higher for Prep than it was for virtually anybody in the FCIAC.
Tim's got suggestions, and his complete post here.
I'm going to return to my lunchtime interview with my friend Olivia. She has been asking me lots of important things about life (favorite foods, people, games, etc). The probing inquiries of a six-year-old!
Now don't get me wrong - I'm down with Prep. My nephew Conor goes there, so big ups to the Jesuits! Yet as Tim points out, the level of competition is much higher for Prep than it was for virtually anybody in the FCIAC.
Tim's got suggestions, and his complete post here.
I'm going to return to my lunchtime interview with my friend Olivia. She has been asking me lots of important things about life (favorite foods, people, games, etc). The probing inquiries of a six-year-old!
Happy St.Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day. I love it and loathe it. I love it more than I loathe it. I only loathe it when I'm left to think too much.
Whatever, maybe you know what I'm talking about, and maybe you don't. Without it being stereotypical, allow me to raise a pint (Guinness? Smithwicks? Killians? Warm milk? Your call!) to happy times!
And enjoy this video of one of the great "Irish" films of all-time: "The Quiet Man." I mean what can be more Irish than John Wayne, right? OK, let's just enjoy the fiery red of Maureen O'Hara's hair then, eh?
Sláinte!
Whatever, maybe you know what I'm talking about, and maybe you don't. Without it being stereotypical, allow me to raise a pint (Guinness? Smithwicks? Killians? Warm milk? Your call!) to happy times!
And enjoy this video of one of the great "Irish" films of all-time: "The Quiet Man." I mean what can be more Irish than John Wayne, right? OK, let's just enjoy the fiery red of Maureen O'Hara's hair then, eh?
Sláinte!
Enjoy This
I've decided that when I want to rant on something that I shouldn't, or when I just have nothing to say, I'll post something cheap, cheesy, and perhaps irrelevant. For this morning, enjoy (Courtesy of Awful Announcing, where I've decided he has some definitive agendas and a bizarre fascination with Gus Johnson), here's highlights of Mike and the Mad Dog calling some play-by-play during the Big East tournament.
Yes, this is real. Frankly, and I don't know why, I like when they do this.
Yes, this is real. Frankly, and I don't know why, I like when they do this.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
More From The "Are You Kidding Me" File
Credit to The Journal News (and AP):
Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I should just quit. Just give up. I mean, Hay-sooz Christmas (which is a nicer way of saying "Jesus Christ"), we have to get our shite together. I don't want to head off on a rant but come on - whoever it was that was involved in that infamous McDonald's Coffee suit seems to be the people who started all of this (the litigious world that we live in). Gee - coffee might be hot...YOU THINK?
OK...must stop before suffering dangerous meltdown...might...say...things...I will...regret...so instead enjoy this!
Thank you, Rob Leth of Global Television Network in Canada, for giving me a laugh and showing me remarkable professionalism.
DANBURY, Conn. (AP) - Danbury officials have been notified they are being sued by a student who was awakened in class by a teacher who made a loud noise.This is our world. All we do is bitch, moan, sue, complain, and just flat-out quit. We're paying over $3.50 per gallon of gas around these parts, we can't trust our politicians, and we're really not sure who we CAN trust. We've still got innocent people dying overseas, are focusing too much on building schools in places that aren't in the US, and care more about worthless celebritites than the fact that New York city was recently terrorized (at the military recruiting station Times Square) and NOBODY seems to care.
Documents filed with the Town Clerk, a prelude to a lawsuit, claim that a sleeping student suffered hearing damage when his teacher woke him up by slamming her hand down on the boy's desk in December.
Attorney Alan Barry says 15-year-old Vinicios Robacher suffered pain and "very severe injuries to his left eardrum" when teacher Melissa Nadeau abruptly slammed the palm of her hand on his desk on Dec. 4.
A city official says the matter has been referred to Danbury's insurance carrier.
Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I should just quit. Just give up. I mean, Hay-sooz Christmas (which is a nicer way of saying "Jesus Christ"), we have to get our shite together. I don't want to head off on a rant but come on - whoever it was that was involved in that infamous McDonald's Coffee suit seems to be the people who started all of this (the litigious world that we live in). Gee - coffee might be hot...YOU THINK?
OK...must stop before suffering dangerous meltdown...might...say...things...I will...regret...so instead enjoy this!
Thank you, Rob Leth of Global Television Network in Canada, for giving me a laugh and showing me remarkable professionalism.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
They're Really Going to Work the Emotions
Let it begin.
In an emotional-related story (of a different kind), the Bombers and Rays apparently brawled today, thanks to a hard slide by Shelley Duncan. No word on if Joltin' Joe Girardio and Don Zimmer came to blows.
And Elliott Spitzer - we barely knew ye. Really.
Monday, March 10, 2008
WGCH-FM?
Believe it or not, the current WGCH was not the first radio station in Greenwich. That honor belongs to the original WGCH, which broadcast not on the AM dial at 1490, where it has been since September 17, 1964, but at 95.9 on the FM side - a frequency that is currently occupied by WEFX (95.9 - The Fox) in Norwalk.
While trolling today for some goodies in regard to our current incarnation, I stumbled upon the work of Dick Bertel, who produced a program on the all-too-brief history of WGCH-FM. Fascinated, I immediately downloaded the nearly 40-minute effort and just finished listening to it. What pleases me most about it is that Mr. Bertel has included several audio clips. To my knowledge, this is the only audio proof of WGCH-AM.
I'm a big believer in the preservation of such things. No - I don't own every recording of everything I've done in radio, but I do have the items that mean the most to me. For instance, the first time my name was said on the air was when I won a contest on WVIP (AM) in 1984. I have a tape of that moment. I also have a "scoped" tape (without commercials and full songs) of my first night on the air - September 2, 1990 on WMJV (Majic 105). Obviously, I have too many other tapes and CD's to keep track of since moving on to WREF, WLNA/WBNR, and of course, WGCH.
There are literally countless websites dedicated to the history of early broadcasting in the United States, and some cool ones from the UK as well. Individual stations get the treatment as well. Try a Google search and you'll see what I mean.
I have long thought that a project on the history of WGCH would be fun to do, with pictures, artifacts and naturally, audio clip. As a history buff, I want to know what came before I arrived on that Sunday morning in March of 1997 to train for my first shift. For instance, I can tell you that before I was Sports Director, there was my old friend John Connelly. I've been told that Todd Schmidt preceded John, and perhaps Pete Gersec or Mark Yusko before that. See? It gets fuzzy - and I'm only into the 1990's.
I've stated that we've done football on WGCH for 44 years now, but to be honest, that's because I've assumed, based on what people have told me, that we began covering games in 1964 - when we first went on the air. I'd like to know more! Who else called these games?
I know there are some people with the wealth of knowledge, but now it becomes a question of time and energy - two things that are tough to find right now.
So with that said, please take a look at the pictures (just a couple), and download the recording that tells the story of the original WGCH - on the FM dial. It's a trip back to a very different time.
UPDATE (7/5/15): I've been asked - seven years since the original post - to add an addendum. A reader named Nancy wrote: "I'd appreciate it if your history included my father, Henry (Hank) Hovland, who was hired by Walter Lemmon to be the general manager of WGCH in 1964. He was the manager there until his death in 1972. He was a perfectionist and the ultimate professional in how he believed a radio station should be run, and he expected no less of all the employees. Almost every broadcast was live, every day. He was very active in the business community of Greenwich and belonged to the Rotary Club, working to get commercial time and sponsorship of many area activities. He also worked with Greenwich High School to start a student group interested in the radio field. My father was an amazing radio announcer, having started his career at WHO in Des Moines, Iowa after WWII. Walter Lemmon may have gotten WGCH its license and funding, but my father put it on the air."
Thank you, Nancy. I didn't know this story. Duly noted, and thank you to your father as well.
While trolling today for some goodies in regard to our current incarnation, I stumbled upon the work of Dick Bertel, who produced a program on the all-too-brief history of WGCH-FM. Fascinated, I immediately downloaded the nearly 40-minute effort and just finished listening to it. What pleases me most about it is that Mr. Bertel has included several audio clips. To my knowledge, this is the only audio proof of WGCH-AM.
I'm a big believer in the preservation of such things. No - I don't own every recording of everything I've done in radio, but I do have the items that mean the most to me. For instance, the first time my name was said on the air was when I won a contest on WVIP (AM) in 1984. I have a tape of that moment. I also have a "scoped" tape (without commercials and full songs) of my first night on the air - September 2, 1990 on WMJV (Majic 105). Obviously, I have too many other tapes and CD's to keep track of since moving on to WREF, WLNA/WBNR, and of course, WGCH.
There are literally countless websites dedicated to the history of early broadcasting in the United States, and some cool ones from the UK as well. Individual stations get the treatment as well. Try a Google search and you'll see what I mean.
I have long thought that a project on the history of WGCH would be fun to do, with pictures, artifacts and naturally, audio clip. As a history buff, I want to know what came before I arrived on that Sunday morning in March of 1997 to train for my first shift. For instance, I can tell you that before I was Sports Director, there was my old friend John Connelly. I've been told that Todd Schmidt preceded John, and perhaps Pete Gersec or Mark Yusko before that. See? It gets fuzzy - and I'm only into the 1990's.
I've stated that we've done football on WGCH for 44 years now, but to be honest, that's because I've assumed, based on what people have told me, that we began covering games in 1964 - when we first went on the air. I'd like to know more! Who else called these games?
I know there are some people with the wealth of knowledge, but now it becomes a question of time and energy - two things that are tough to find right now.
So with that said, please take a look at the pictures (just a couple), and download the recording that tells the story of the original WGCH - on the FM dial. It's a trip back to a very different time.
UPDATE (7/5/15): I've been asked - seven years since the original post - to add an addendum. A reader named Nancy wrote: "I'd appreciate it if your history included my father, Henry (Hank) Hovland, who was hired by Walter Lemmon to be the general manager of WGCH in 1964. He was the manager there until his death in 1972. He was a perfectionist and the ultimate professional in how he believed a radio station should be run, and he expected no less of all the employees. Almost every broadcast was live, every day. He was very active in the business community of Greenwich and belonged to the Rotary Club, working to get commercial time and sponsorship of many area activities. He also worked with Greenwich High School to start a student group interested in the radio field. My father was an amazing radio announcer, having started his career at WHO in Des Moines, Iowa after WWII. Walter Lemmon may have gotten WGCH its license and funding, but my father put it on the air."
Thank you, Nancy. I didn't know this story. Duly noted, and thank you to your father as well.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Human Nature
Music calms the savage beast. For me, it's like collecting baseball cards. I love owning a massive library. Mine is clearly bigger than the average one, but it could be far, far worse.
I'm going to dance carefully around the subject of music trading, but work with me here. Prior to the digital age, we passed around mixed tapes like there was nothing to it. You want a copy of "1984" (Van Halen, just in case you didn't know)? OK, give me a Maxell (or TDK) 60-minute cassette, and I'll work my magic.
Yet the music industry didn't seem troubled. I suppose it's gotten too easy in this era (hit "burn" and your disc is done in minutes), but the concept hasn't changed. Oh but follow the money, of course. The biz is losing money (being in a recession can do that, though that's just one reason) and now they want to hurt people. Yet what's best for the artist - let me get a copy of a CD, hear that it's great, and spread the word (like, um, here) or just never get it because I can't afford it?
A tough dichotomy, to be sure.
Anywho, my old radio friend (code name: John Harrison) turned me on to some things (which I could tell you, but then I'd have to...you know...). So I dabbled by seeing what I wanted to add to my collection.
Jack Johnson? Check. Eagles? OK. Sheryl Crow? Bingo! Michael Jackson? Thriller!
Hold it. Back up. Say WHAT?
I was telling Sandi about the items in question, and was trying to pick her mind about some music that she would like to add. Her early answer was anything by The Sundays (good call, I might add) and then it hit her - Michael Jackson's "Thriller."
'Twas once a time when this would have sent me into a twitching, vomit-induced, whatthehellareyoufookingnuts fit. I won't own anything by that so-and-so. But come on - if I'm not going to ignore the movies of Jane Fonda, then why ignore Michael Jackson? Separate the politics and scandal, and accept the art for what it is, no?
Here is further proof that ol' Uncle Robbie is kinder and gentler. Yes, the "bad man" can indeed change. I'm open to embracing things - lots of things. Try me!
For the record, I'm not a "bad man", in case you were wondering. But I have been told that people like me can't change. I'm sorry, people like who?
I'll admit it - I was often an arse on the subject of music. I think I've said that here before. I still think, for instance, that John Mellancamp is a poor imitation of my man Bruce Springsteen, but he's had a following for nearly 30 years. He's done something right. It took me roughly fifteen years to get over my U2 issues. Blah blah, hmm-hah (that's for you, Myron Cope) and so on.
I could tease terribly on such things. Sandi might be the biggest a-ha fan in Carmel (well there has to be one, I suppose). I probably teased her so much that she became embarrassed by it (don't worry, she's gotten even with a certain act from the San Francisco-Bay area). Eventually I would buy her a CD copy of "Hunting High and Low" (yes, that's the one with "Take on Me" on it) to begin to alleviate the guilt.
The problem is that teasing can be a weapon. I've apologized repeatedly, and I'm kind of done with that. It's all about moving forward, isn't it?
Back to tonight. When she stated that she was ready to reintroduce "Thriller" to her/our collection, I didn't flinch. I just shot into the office and downloaded it.
See, here's the thing. Not owning a copy of "Thriller" was like a badge of honor (sort of like not seeing the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy). It was too easy, too trendy, too girlish, too non-rock to own it. As 1982 turned to 1983, I was happy with other musical exploits - mostly whatever was on the rock stations, but I also listened to the Top-40 outlets as well. Oh I understood the thrill of "Thriller." The songs were all good - on the first listen - but by the 700th (on the same day) it was a bit much. Besides, being a rock guy, it wasn't "cool" to show any interest in it - unless it was "Beat It" and that was only because our guitar god (Eddie Van Halen) was playing the axe.
So we return to this early night in aught-eight. The thought of "Thriller" joining our music collection was thrill-ing. It brought back the memories - nostalgia! - of 1982 and 1983. What cassette was in our boom boxes? What girl liked which guy? What movie were we going to see? Should we shoot hoops today, play baseball, or get the football out? Jeez, that painters hat looks so cool! And of course, did the Yankees win today?
It felt great to welcome a classic album. I listened to a few of the songs I have admired - "Wanna Be Starting Something" and of course, "Beat It." And yes, I put it on my iPod. It might not stay, but it felt right to honor it like that.
And it - this new open-minded, fair and balanced (copyright, Fox News, 2008) way of mine showed me that, while I'm going to stumble, I CAN change. I CAN grow, and as I have always said, I never want to stop learning. Even if it's learning about me.
Teach me. Tell me why the music moved you. Why do you like it so much, or want to go see them in concert? Don't hide whatever it is you're listening to. I've said it, over and over again, that I'm a pushover to the right person. Share with me - that's the beauty of music. To state a song, try a little tenderness.
So when I burned the CD and gave it to Sandi, I had a little burst of pride. I said nothing - and she'll know nothing of it unless she reads it here - and returned to the office. I think the gesture said it all, and even I can realize that actions really do speak louder than words.
She got "Thriller" back. I was happy for her.
Before we close, let me add that while I've picked up a bunch of fine CD's that I'm test-driving right now (this new Jack Johnson effort - "Sleep Through the Static" is quite relaxing), the Robert Plant and Alison Krauss combo, called "Raising Sand" has blown me away. Sean Kilkelly (who's having another classic March Madness at his blog) and I have similar musical tastes - that is, we like everything. I recommended it to him, and we discussed why we were both a touch skeptical of the Plant/Krauss album. It seemed too cliche; too "Crossroads" (ooo, let's take a rock icon and mix him with a bluegrass singer - COOL!). Yet it works - it really works. I hope in 25 years (at which time "Thriller" will be 50) that I regard "Raising Sand" in a similar classic tense.
Rock on!
I'm going to dance carefully around the subject of music trading, but work with me here. Prior to the digital age, we passed around mixed tapes like there was nothing to it. You want a copy of "1984" (Van Halen, just in case you didn't know)? OK, give me a Maxell (or TDK) 60-minute cassette, and I'll work my magic.
Yet the music industry didn't seem troubled. I suppose it's gotten too easy in this era (hit "burn" and your disc is done in minutes), but the concept hasn't changed. Oh but follow the money, of course. The biz is losing money (being in a recession can do that, though that's just one reason) and now they want to hurt people. Yet what's best for the artist - let me get a copy of a CD, hear that it's great, and spread the word (like, um, here) or just never get it because I can't afford it?
A tough dichotomy, to be sure.
Anywho, my old radio friend (code name: John Harrison) turned me on to some things (which I could tell you, but then I'd have to...you know...). So I dabbled by seeing what I wanted to add to my collection.
Jack Johnson? Check. Eagles? OK. Sheryl Crow? Bingo! Michael Jackson? Thriller!
Hold it. Back up. Say WHAT?
I was telling Sandi about the items in question, and was trying to pick her mind about some music that she would like to add. Her early answer was anything by The Sundays (good call, I might add) and then it hit her - Michael Jackson's "Thriller."
'Twas once a time when this would have sent me into a twitching, vomit-induced, whatthehellareyoufookingnuts fit. I won't own anything by that so-and-so. But come on - if I'm not going to ignore the movies of Jane Fonda, then why ignore Michael Jackson? Separate the politics and scandal, and accept the art for what it is, no?
Here is further proof that ol' Uncle Robbie is kinder and gentler. Yes, the "bad man" can indeed change. I'm open to embracing things - lots of things. Try me!
For the record, I'm not a "bad man", in case you were wondering. But I have been told that people like me can't change. I'm sorry, people like who?
I'll admit it - I was often an arse on the subject of music. I think I've said that here before. I still think, for instance, that John Mellancamp is a poor imitation of my man Bruce Springsteen, but he's had a following for nearly 30 years. He's done something right. It took me roughly fifteen years to get over my U2 issues. Blah blah, hmm-hah (that's for you, Myron Cope) and so on.
I could tease terribly on such things. Sandi might be the biggest a-ha fan in Carmel (well there has to be one, I suppose). I probably teased her so much that she became embarrassed by it (don't worry, she's gotten even with a certain act from the San Francisco-Bay area). Eventually I would buy her a CD copy of "Hunting High and Low" (yes, that's the one with "Take on Me" on it) to begin to alleviate the guilt.
The problem is that teasing can be a weapon. I've apologized repeatedly, and I'm kind of done with that. It's all about moving forward, isn't it?
Back to tonight. When she stated that she was ready to reintroduce "Thriller" to her/our collection, I didn't flinch. I just shot into the office and downloaded it.
See, here's the thing. Not owning a copy of "Thriller" was like a badge of honor (sort of like not seeing the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy). It was too easy, too trendy, too girlish, too non-rock to own it. As 1982 turned to 1983, I was happy with other musical exploits - mostly whatever was on the rock stations, but I also listened to the Top-40 outlets as well. Oh I understood the thrill of "Thriller." The songs were all good - on the first listen - but by the 700th (on the same day) it was a bit much. Besides, being a rock guy, it wasn't "cool" to show any interest in it - unless it was "Beat It" and that was only because our guitar god (Eddie Van Halen) was playing the axe.
So we return to this early night in aught-eight. The thought of "Thriller" joining our music collection was thrill-ing. It brought back the memories - nostalgia! - of 1982 and 1983. What cassette was in our boom boxes? What girl liked which guy? What movie were we going to see? Should we shoot hoops today, play baseball, or get the football out? Jeez, that painters hat looks so cool! And of course, did the Yankees win today?
It felt great to welcome a classic album. I listened to a few of the songs I have admired - "Wanna Be Starting Something" and of course, "Beat It." And yes, I put it on my iPod. It might not stay, but it felt right to honor it like that.
And it - this new open-minded, fair and balanced (copyright, Fox News, 2008) way of mine showed me that, while I'm going to stumble, I CAN change. I CAN grow, and as I have always said, I never want to stop learning. Even if it's learning about me.
Teach me. Tell me why the music moved you. Why do you like it so much, or want to go see them in concert? Don't hide whatever it is you're listening to. I've said it, over and over again, that I'm a pushover to the right person. Share with me - that's the beauty of music. To state a song, try a little tenderness.
So when I burned the CD and gave it to Sandi, I had a little burst of pride. I said nothing - and she'll know nothing of it unless she reads it here - and returned to the office. I think the gesture said it all, and even I can realize that actions really do speak louder than words.
She got "Thriller" back. I was happy for her.
Before we close, let me add that while I've picked up a bunch of fine CD's that I'm test-driving right now (this new Jack Johnson effort - "Sleep Through the Static" is quite relaxing), the Robert Plant and Alison Krauss combo, called "Raising Sand" has blown me away. Sean Kilkelly (who's having another classic March Madness at his blog) and I have similar musical tastes - that is, we like everything. I recommended it to him, and we discussed why we were both a touch skeptical of the Plant/Krauss album. It seemed too cliche; too "Crossroads" (ooo, let's take a rock icon and mix him with a bluegrass singer - COOL!). Yet it works - it really works. I hope in 25 years (at which time "Thriller" will be 50) that I regard "Raising Sand" in a similar classic tense.
Rock on!
Working for the Weekend
This was one wacky weekend. It began on Friday night, when I attended the classy Great Chefs affair, put on by the fine people at Greenwich Hospital. I sampled some of the fare from many of the best restaurants in the Greenwich area, including the Bulldog Bar and Grill (who get a mention here because they were one of our sponsors for Cardinals hockey and hoops).
Also to be sampled was some, um, libations. So I visited with the man from Red Hook Brewery (their Copper Hook Spring Ale is quite good), then the martini table (well, I'd never had one and my great friend and coworker Joy wanted one), then the scotch table (Joy's husband, Thomas is responsible for this), then some Merlot at our table.
Yeah, a bad combo indeed.
Now before you get your "Rob's drinking too much" jones on, that wasn't the issue. I was fine - a little toasty, perhaps, but I'm very smart when it comes to this. My drive home was ultra-peaceful, thank you very much. I also know that Joy, for one, wouldn't have let me out of her sight if I wasn't right.
The night went better than I could have imagined. The food was good, the drinks were fine, and the band was tight - playing a mean mix of pop hits from the 60's to the 80's (and very well, I might add).
I thank my boss for inviting me. I could, however, do without the image of he and my other boss dancing. Not with each other, of course, but you get the idea.
Joking, of course. I don't need another batch of "there you go again, slamming the bosses" emails.
Well, not a batch, just one. And somebody said something to me. I'd like to delve deeper into that subject (being critical in regards to WGCH not carrying games), but now's not the time. Let's leave the topic at this: a business exists to make money. I'm a broadcaster, and my bottom line is to call games, make smart programming decisions, and please our listeners. It might, in theory, sound like a difference in philosophy, but it's not. I understand the realities, but that doesn't make them easier to swallow.
I hope, in that one simple paragraph, I've resolved it. Moving on...
Anyway, I was dateless and we all decided to hit the road just after 10. I wish Sandi had been with me - it was the kind of night that she would have been awesome at. She would have mocked everyone (with my support, of course). And I know she would have looked better than anyone there. She is just too stylish. But there was no room for more at our table, so she was off at a book club party at a girlfriends' house.
I digress. Back to why the weekend was whack.
We agreed to be home by midnight - give or take. Sean was off at my moms' house. I was home by 11:20 and proceeded to begin feeling a wee bad. For one, my heart was racing as if it was the final lap at Daytona, and Tony Stewart was on my bumper (is that a good NASCAR reference? I don't know...). For another, midnight came and went...no Sandi. So did one...two...three...
I got maybe an hour's worth of sleep. Then I would toss and turn in bed...or on the couch...nothing worked. I was wide awake. I read some, but it wouldn't calm me down.
Damn.
I called her cell phone around 3:30. Not that I was trying to check up on her - that wasn't my intention. I was worried. When she says she'll be home around midnight, and it's now 3:30, and there's no word, I worry.
Fast forward to 6:13 - exactly. My cell phone vibrated with the sound of a text message. Long story short - she didn't feel well and crashed. She was mindful of calling me but before she knew it, it was, well, 6:13.
So I got my three hours sleep (tops) and moved onto Saturday - slowly and painfully, with a side of rain (or was the rain the main course?). In fact, I spent most of Saturday dealing with the rain - build a trench, climb onto the roof(!) to unplug the gutters, dig more trenches, clean the garage, and try to cat nap every now and then.
With that said, I didn't get straight to bed on the night that we flipped the clocks forward. Instead, I met my buddy Scottie to blow off the proverbial steam. Much needed, and thanks.
The band that I heard there was very good. Of course, I can't remember their name.
PJ's bar and grill in Baldwin Place will never be known as a trendy, classy hot spot. Instead, it should be known as a place with character and characters. More often than not, that should be good enough. I suppose I could look like an outcast there, but nobody treated me like one.
So that leads us to the calmest day - today. With the chill back in the air, Sandi decided to pass on the St. Pat's Parade in Mahopac. I almost did, but I felt like I wanted Sean to get there, so we set off, and my mom tagged along. Truthfully I could have (should have?) gone to the Greenwich parade, but I'll get back there again (I drove in in twice - once was a blast, once was a test of patience).
The moral of this weekend is the classic "I need a weekend to recover from my weekend."
Also to be sampled was some, um, libations. So I visited with the man from Red Hook Brewery (their Copper Hook Spring Ale is quite good), then the martini table (well, I'd never had one and my great friend and coworker Joy wanted one), then the scotch table (Joy's husband, Thomas is responsible for this), then some Merlot at our table.
Yeah, a bad combo indeed.
Now before you get your "Rob's drinking too much" jones on, that wasn't the issue. I was fine - a little toasty, perhaps, but I'm very smart when it comes to this. My drive home was ultra-peaceful, thank you very much. I also know that Joy, for one, wouldn't have let me out of her sight if I wasn't right.
The night went better than I could have imagined. The food was good, the drinks were fine, and the band was tight - playing a mean mix of pop hits from the 60's to the 80's (and very well, I might add).
I thank my boss for inviting me. I could, however, do without the image of he and my other boss dancing. Not with each other, of course, but you get the idea.
Joking, of course. I don't need another batch of "there you go again, slamming the bosses" emails.
Well, not a batch, just one. And somebody said something to me. I'd like to delve deeper into that subject (being critical in regards to WGCH not carrying games), but now's not the time. Let's leave the topic at this: a business exists to make money. I'm a broadcaster, and my bottom line is to call games, make smart programming decisions, and please our listeners. It might, in theory, sound like a difference in philosophy, but it's not. I understand the realities, but that doesn't make them easier to swallow.
I hope, in that one simple paragraph, I've resolved it. Moving on...
Anyway, I was dateless and we all decided to hit the road just after 10. I wish Sandi had been with me - it was the kind of night that she would have been awesome at. She would have mocked everyone (with my support, of course). And I know she would have looked better than anyone there. She is just too stylish. But there was no room for more at our table, so she was off at a book club party at a girlfriends' house.
I digress. Back to why the weekend was whack.
We agreed to be home by midnight - give or take. Sean was off at my moms' house. I was home by 11:20 and proceeded to begin feeling a wee bad. For one, my heart was racing as if it was the final lap at Daytona, and Tony Stewart was on my bumper (is that a good NASCAR reference? I don't know...). For another, midnight came and went...no Sandi. So did one...two...three...
I got maybe an hour's worth of sleep. Then I would toss and turn in bed...or on the couch...nothing worked. I was wide awake. I read some, but it wouldn't calm me down.
Damn.
I called her cell phone around 3:30. Not that I was trying to check up on her - that wasn't my intention. I was worried. When she says she'll be home around midnight, and it's now 3:30, and there's no word, I worry.
Fast forward to 6:13 - exactly. My cell phone vibrated with the sound of a text message. Long story short - she didn't feel well and crashed. She was mindful of calling me but before she knew it, it was, well, 6:13.
So I got my three hours sleep (tops) and moved onto Saturday - slowly and painfully, with a side of rain (or was the rain the main course?). In fact, I spent most of Saturday dealing with the rain - build a trench, climb onto the roof(!) to unplug the gutters, dig more trenches, clean the garage, and try to cat nap every now and then.
With that said, I didn't get straight to bed on the night that we flipped the clocks forward. Instead, I met my buddy Scottie to blow off the proverbial steam. Much needed, and thanks.
The band that I heard there was very good. Of course, I can't remember their name.
PJ's bar and grill in Baldwin Place will never be known as a trendy, classy hot spot. Instead, it should be known as a place with character and characters. More often than not, that should be good enough. I suppose I could look like an outcast there, but nobody treated me like one.
So that leads us to the calmest day - today. With the chill back in the air, Sandi decided to pass on the St. Pat's Parade in Mahopac. I almost did, but I felt like I wanted Sean to get there, so we set off, and my mom tagged along. Truthfully I could have (should have?) gone to the Greenwich parade, but I'll get back there again (I drove in in twice - once was a blast, once was a test of patience).
The moral of this weekend is the classic "I need a weekend to recover from my weekend."
Friday, March 07, 2008
Give Mikey a TO, Baby!
Mere words won't work here. Thanks to Neil Best for this tip to Mike Francesa getting a bit, shall we say, territorial.
If I ever make it big - in anything - please, please, PLEASE remind me of this!
Love ya, Mikey, but this was, um, obnoxious.
If I ever make it big - in anything - please, please, PLEASE remind me of this!
Love ya, Mikey, but this was, um, obnoxious.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Greenwich is Done
Thanks to the work of Bob Sagendorf and company on WATR in Waterbury, I listened to Greenwich's season come to an end, falling to Crosby, 76-68. The Cards proved the skeptics wrong, keeping it close, but unable to pull off the upset. Russ Rosenband was just amazing - 37 points.
Great season, Cards.
One other update - Trinity Catholic has also advanced. Based on what Bob said, the Crusaders beat Torrington at the buzzer.
Great season, Cards.
One other update - Trinity Catholic has also advanced. Based on what Bob said, the Crusaders beat Torrington at the buzzer.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Good News For Bobby
Hoping of course that the news is true, Ed Price from the Newark Star-Ledger says that Bobby Murcer's biopsy did not show a new tumor.
Very good news, indeed.
Very good news, indeed.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
The Heat is On
No, I'm not trying to quote my inner Glenn Frey. I'm just happy that we've moved past that barrier. Now can Spring just get her, please?
Congrats to Greenwich boys basketball. The Cards beat Danbury 57-49 and now play Crosby Thursday night. No further editorializing.
Congrats to Greenwich boys basketball. The Cards beat Danbury 57-49 and now play Crosby Thursday night. No further editorializing.
Has the World Gone Bleeping Mad?
OK, I'm in a mood today. Yep, it's happening too often lately. Having no heat in the house will do that to a guy.
First, we had the story of what went down between Greenwich and Trinity Catholic in hockey, with an arrest, and all the other shenanigans.
Now, I hear about this from the FCIAC Championship, with the key sentences being:
As always, Tim Parry's fabulous FCIAC Football Blog (which is about much more than football and the FCIAC, truth be told) has more, and there are plenty of people who are happy to post comments there, so the rhetoric just rolls on!
Next up is this! Are you just fooking kidding me?
Oh New York's no better, by the way.
Please people, I'm begging you. I realize to many of us that it's more than just a game (I HATE that saying), but can you please get a perspective on it all?
Oh don't look for me with a microphone at tonight's Greenwich-Danbury basketball playoff game, any more than you might have looked for me at last night's GHS-Daniel Hand hockey playof tilt (which Greenwich won in double overtime). And don't hold your breath for us to be in Hamden. Sorry - I'm deeply embarrassed and frustrated...that's all I'm saying.
First, we had the story of what went down between Greenwich and Trinity Catholic in hockey, with an arrest, and all the other shenanigans.
Now, I hear about this from the FCIAC Championship, with the key sentences being:
Police arrested eight high school hockey spectators on charges of brawling in the Terry Conners Rink parking lot and fighting with officers after Saturday night's county championship game between Darien and New Canaan high schools.Yeah, because that's the answer.
Future hockey games between the rivals will be played in the afternoon, officials said yesterday.
As always, Tim Parry's fabulous FCIAC Football Blog (which is about much more than football and the FCIAC, truth be told) has more, and there are plenty of people who are happy to post comments there, so the rhetoric just rolls on!
Next up is this! Are you just fooking kidding me?
A group of men — some with Irish accents — beat up a 23-year-old Cambridge man and sent him to the hospital after they spotted him sporting a Yankees baseball cap.Ask me again why I don't flaunt my team colors when I go to another team's building? Yet you should be able to at least wear the hat when walking around town. But I guess I shouldn't be shocked. If Bostonians are willing to make comments to my young nephews, then anything's possible.
Oh New York's no better, by the way.
Please people, I'm begging you. I realize to many of us that it's more than just a game (I HATE that saying), but can you please get a perspective on it all?
Oh don't look for me with a microphone at tonight's Greenwich-Danbury basketball playoff game, any more than you might have looked for me at last night's GHS-Daniel Hand hockey playof tilt (which Greenwich won in double overtime). And don't hold your breath for us to be in Hamden. Sorry - I'm deeply embarrassed and frustrated...that's all I'm saying.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Steelers News - Both Good and Bad
I'll start with the bad news. Alan Faneca is gone - moving to the Jets. In theory, this should be a good deal for the J-E-T-S, as Faneca is a perennial pro-bowler.
On the other hand, the Jets once signed another big name Steelers free agent - Neil O'Donnell. How'd that work out?
Now onto the good news. He won't have Faneca, and hell, he might not have even have an offensive line, but Big Ben will be in black and gold for a long time, to the tune of eight years and $102 million.
Incidentally, I took the picture - from my seat at Heinz Field in 2004, during Ben's rookie year. Seems like a lifetime ago.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
The Sins of the Father...
So young Skywalker, er, Steinbrenner has begun to run his trap. This of course is wonderful for the media and Yankees haters, but pure hell for those of us who see the Yankees get beaten enough without mouthy owners.
In an interview that will run tomorrow in a glossy portion of The New York Times, Hank said this:
And Yankees Universe was born. And better yet - the money goes to charity.
UPDATE!!! And the Sox respond...via Dan Shaughnessy:
Sorry.
I've tried to not overdo the bias angle of the Mitchell Report, but one has to see what a HUGE New York slant there is to it, and the continued obvious fact that Mitchell's name sits near the top of the Red Sox organization. That is a very bad conflict. But it is what it is - and it doesn't excuse the fact that Clemens, Pettitte, et al are all guilty as sin. But where oh where are the Sox names? You can't tell me - sorry, you can't - that there isn't ONE Boston player that wasn't getting a bit juicy.
Come on, are you all that naive?
So Larry, shut up. Same for you, Hank.
Geez, it's only March 1st...
Oh, before we lay this to rest, I have to add my .02 to the Worldwide/Universal Yankees appeal. I've traveled quite a bit - including two trips to the United Kingdom. The sports logo that I saw the most of - by far - was the interlocking NY. No, I don't mean the Mets. I mean the Yankees, and I'm not kidding when I say that it outnumbered everybody else by 10 to 1. I saw one Red Sox hat in two trips.
So you can have that - for what it's worth.
In an interview that will run tomorrow in a glossy portion of The New York Times, Hank said this:
"Red Sox Nation? What a bunch of (expletive) that is. That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans," he said. "Go anywhere in America and you won't see Red Sox hats and jackets, you'll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We're going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order."Of course I find this funny, but you just know it's going to light the fuse again. What I found funniest was a few years ago, during this whole creation of (Insert Team Name) Nation. By 2006, the Yankees said, "OK, we'll jump on board...but we ain't gonna create no stinking nation. We rule the universe!"
And Yankees Universe was born. And better yet - the money goes to charity.
UPDATE!!! And the Sox respond...via Dan Shaughnessy:
Red Sox owner John Henry, responding by e-mail to Steinbrenner's comment, wrote: "A wise man once said, 'Don't poke the bear!' "Oh, but there's more...
And Sox president and CEO Larry Lucchino - no stranger to pie tossing with the Yankees - cackled when he heard the statement.
"I don't deny there are Yankee fans everywhere," said Lucchino. "But it's blind of him not to see the phenomenon that is Red Sox Nation. I expect he will become more aware of the passion and breadth of Red Sox Nation as long as he is actively involved in baseball. I do appreciate that he has picked up on the Star Wars metaphor, though. He said he was happy to be Darth Vader and we are happy to be the Rebel Alliance."
The Boss's son got off to a rocking start a few weeks ago when he came to the defense of HGH-using Andy Pettitte, telling the New York Post, "I don't think they would want to be hollering too loud at Andy up in Fenway. They [the Red Sox] had plenty of players doing that stuff, too. It's just that those players weren't mentioned in the Mitchell Report. That's my biggest problem with the Mitchell Report . . . "I have a lot fo respect for John Henry, because he seems to have class and, for the most part, lays low (Hank, can you get the hint?) As for Lucchino, we've long known that he's an ass-hat.
Hank's not-so-thinly-veiled remark is a broadside at the SS Red Sox, which still features the name of former Senator George Mitchell on the company masthead. Mitchell is listed as "director" of the Red Sox. His is the sixth name from the top, directly below Lucchino's. It's a hideous conflict, recklessly allowed by Mitchell, the Sox, and Selig. Hank, God bless him, wasn't afraid to call the Sox on it.
Lucchino was not amused when reminded of Hank's steroid scandal salvo.
"I don't think there's any point to be made reacting to comments of the Yankees that I thought were gratuitous and reckless accusations," said Lucchino.
Sorry.
I've tried to not overdo the bias angle of the Mitchell Report, but one has to see what a HUGE New York slant there is to it, and the continued obvious fact that Mitchell's name sits near the top of the Red Sox organization. That is a very bad conflict. But it is what it is - and it doesn't excuse the fact that Clemens, Pettitte, et al are all guilty as sin. But where oh where are the Sox names? You can't tell me - sorry, you can't - that there isn't ONE Boston player that wasn't getting a bit juicy.
Come on, are you all that naive?
So Larry, shut up. Same for you, Hank.
Geez, it's only March 1st...
Oh, before we lay this to rest, I have to add my .02 to the Worldwide/Universal Yankees appeal. I've traveled quite a bit - including two trips to the United Kingdom. The sports logo that I saw the most of - by far - was the interlocking NY. No, I don't mean the Mets. I mean the Yankees, and I'm not kidding when I say that it outnumbered everybody else by 10 to 1. I saw one Red Sox hat in two trips.
So you can have that - for what it's worth.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Your Playoff Broadcasting Reminder!
Don't forget that the FCIAC boy's championships in both basketball and hockey will be carried live on Matt Levine's website.
Basketball - Trinity Catholic (17-3) vs. Harding (15-5) - 7:30 PM at Fairfield Warde High School. Matt will call the game with Norwalk Coach Bobby Trimboli.
Hockey - New Canaan (10-2) versus Darien (10-2) - 8:00 PM(after the girls' championship - St. Joseph/New Canaan, which begins at 6:00 PM). Matt and Joe Ryan will have the call.
I'll be home, awaiting the snow. Sadly. Now we need either a prayer or a major influx of cash to get the Greenwich/Danbury playoff game on Tuesday night to the airwaves.
These are the moments that games aren't fun for me. Again, sadly.
Basketball - Trinity Catholic (17-3) vs. Harding (15-5) - 7:30 PM at Fairfield Warde High School. Matt will call the game with Norwalk Coach Bobby Trimboli.
Hockey - New Canaan (10-2) versus Darien (10-2) - 8:00 PM(after the girls' championship - St. Joseph/New Canaan, which begins at 6:00 PM). Matt and Joe Ryan will have the call.
I'll be home, awaiting the snow. Sadly. Now we need either a prayer or a major influx of cash to get the Greenwich/Danbury playoff game on Tuesday night to the airwaves.
These are the moments that games aren't fun for me. Again, sadly.
New Scare for Bobby Murcer
I popped on WFAN this morning to see what was going on the world of sports as I prepped for my reports. Sadly, I heard that Bobby Murcer, the longtime Yankee player and broadcaster (and my favorite athlete ever), is facing some new challenges.
Many outlets have reported the news (just Google his name today and you'll see what I mean). Yet the best reporter, to me, is Bobby's own wife, Kay, who sent an email to many of their friends, including a few writers, such as Bill Madden from the Daily News:
hello dears...As I said to Tony Savino during our weekely Friday chat, who - honestly - can say they don't like Bobby Murcer? I know there are legions of Yankees-haters, but those who could dislike this man might need to be checked out. You might be heartless.
guess it's been too long since we've sent any new messages about our crazy, jam-packed life... and I've always said that "no news is good news", however, that's why I'm getting this to you today. Bobby's MRI Tuesday showed an area that the docs are concerned about, and he is scheduled for a brain biopsy at MDA this coming Monday . . . Please pray that it will be determined to be necrosis (scar tissue from the radiation), and not another cancerous tumor. It's one of the two.
we've had to make many travel changes, but still hope to be in Tampa for spring training games by the 7th, then to NYC for opening day on the 31st. Life comes with a few bitter pills to swallow, and we are trying to digest this latest bit of information with God's grace as our strength.
many of you know that our dear friend, Dr. Sam Hassenbusch, lost his battle with this insideous disease last Monday . . . He was such a good man, and taught us much about how best to handle adversity while inspiring everyone on his path along the way. We have been blessed with the Hassenbusch family's encouragement this last year.
Just know that we are dealing with this the only way we know how... with God, family, friends, prayers. It's a bump in the road, and we care so much that each of you are staying with us as the journey continues.
lots of xoxoxoxo, k & bobby
I've read Bob Raissmann for as long as he's been at the News, and I've long had problems with him. Today he wrote perhaps the single best piece that he's ever written. Well done, Bob.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
FCIAC Hoops and Hockey Update
Greenwich lost in the FCIAC Boys basketball semifinal to Trinity Catholic last night, 79-49. There were times when it was a lot closer than that. Tevin Baskin (a name to watch) torched the Cards for 29 points. I interviewed him after the game and he seemed like he was fairly smart and savvy. The Crusaders will meet Harding for the championship on Friday night at 7:30. The Presidents looked great, whipping St. Joe's, 76-56.
Sadly, it just wasn't a great night of basketball in the gym at Fairifield Warde High School. Both games teased fans with mini-runs that never materialized. In the Harding-St. Joe's game, the Cadets cut the President's lead to two right before intermission, and had a chance to tie but missed a layup and a putback. The air went out of the room right there.
In the Greenwich-Trinity game (as heard on WGCH), the Cards whittled the Crusaders lead to nine, then Chris Valentine did a little hoop and harm to get it to six. On the radio, I could feel my own pent-up frustration ready to blow, as I erupted on the call. It was not to be as the Crusaders went crazy from there.
The Harding-Trinity game will be called by Matt Levine on his webiste, and I highly recommend you check it out. If it isn't me calling the game (which I wish it was), then I'm glad it's Matt, who will also host the call of the FCIAC ice hockey championship on Saturday night at 8:00.
Incidentally, the girls final is at 6:00. I called part of a girls championship in 2005 and had a blast. I think the bottom line is that there aren't too many games I would not broadcast!
Like me, Matt Levine is a guy who would love to make the big time but also knows the realities of life. He's the kind of guy who left town to try broadcasting in some far-off places and returned to his roots. A hard-worker and good guy (and former WGCH colleague), it's easy to root for him to do well in our cutthroat industry.
He also has a talk show on his home outlet of WSTC/WNLK, where he does sports in the morning (which makes him my rival...grrrrrr).
Onto hockey, where the Cardinals bowed out in the first round, losing to Trinity Catholic 3-1. Now I guess I must discuss what happened on and off the ice. Brian "Bubba" Milazzo had what can only be described as a meltdown. From Zach Lowe, in the Greenwich Time:
So Bubba, who by all accounts is the classic "good guy" just lost it, and lost it in a bad spot - a playoff game. With the ejection, Milazzo will now have to miss the Cardinals' first state playoff game - an automatic ejection. I'd like to think that the powers that be will simply slap him on the wrist at worst, with some kind of a probation.
Besides, my spies tell me that the article doesn't tell the full story, in which another player was involved. I'd like to get the on-ice officials take of the game, to get their perspective as to what went down before everything went off the track.
I hate when the game loses focus and becomes all about other things like this. And as the so-called "voice of the Cardinals", this is the kind of thing that I hate having to deal with. I have to report, but I also need to be fair - considering who who we're talking about. After all - these are high school athletes; they're not professionals.
Remember though, besides being fair, honest, impartial, blah blah blah, I also have to deal with these parents, students, athletes, coaches, and the overall community of Greenwich. So I think what I'm trying to say here is that it is a very slippery slops.
Sad.
Sadly, it just wasn't a great night of basketball in the gym at Fairifield Warde High School. Both games teased fans with mini-runs that never materialized. In the Harding-St. Joe's game, the Cadets cut the President's lead to two right before intermission, and had a chance to tie but missed a layup and a putback. The air went out of the room right there.
In the Greenwich-Trinity game (as heard on WGCH), the Cards whittled the Crusaders lead to nine, then Chris Valentine did a little hoop and harm to get it to six. On the radio, I could feel my own pent-up frustration ready to blow, as I erupted on the call. It was not to be as the Crusaders went crazy from there.
The Harding-Trinity game will be called by Matt Levine on his webiste, and I highly recommend you check it out. If it isn't me calling the game (which I wish it was), then I'm glad it's Matt, who will also host the call of the FCIAC ice hockey championship on Saturday night at 8:00.
Incidentally, the girls final is at 6:00. I called part of a girls championship in 2005 and had a blast. I think the bottom line is that there aren't too many games I would not broadcast!
Like me, Matt Levine is a guy who would love to make the big time but also knows the realities of life. He's the kind of guy who left town to try broadcasting in some far-off places and returned to his roots. A hard-worker and good guy (and former WGCH colleague), it's easy to root for him to do well in our cutthroat industry.
He also has a talk show on his home outlet of WSTC/WNLK, where he does sports in the morning (which makes him my rival...grrrrrr).
Onto hockey, where the Cardinals bowed out in the first round, losing to Trinity Catholic 3-1. Now I guess I must discuss what happened on and off the ice. Brian "Bubba" Milazzo had what can only be described as a meltdown. From Zach Lowe, in the Greenwich Time:
Police Saturday arrested the captain of the Greenwich High School hockey team after he got ejected, entered the stands in violation of league rules and got into a dispute with a Trinity Catholic High School parent, police and witnesses said...Then it just got crazy:
The officials tossed Milazzo after he threw his helmet and smashed his stick over the boards in the penalty box, apparently in frustration over a second-period penalty...
Milazzo changed into street clothes and watched the game from the Greenwich High School side of the bleachers...Officers working crowd control approached Milazzo when a disturbance broke out in the bleachers, said Lt. Sean Cooney, a department spokesman. Milazzo was irate when officers arrived, and his parents were trying to hold him in his seat, Cooney said...Oh good lord!
The officers asked Milazzo's parents to control him, but he repeatedly tried to escape their grasp as they escorted him from the building, Cooney said. Milazzo allegedly cursed at a police officer, Cooney said.
So Bubba, who by all accounts is the classic "good guy" just lost it, and lost it in a bad spot - a playoff game. With the ejection, Milazzo will now have to miss the Cardinals' first state playoff game - an automatic ejection. I'd like to think that the powers that be will simply slap him on the wrist at worst, with some kind of a probation.
Besides, my spies tell me that the article doesn't tell the full story, in which another player was involved. I'd like to get the on-ice officials take of the game, to get their perspective as to what went down before everything went off the track.
I hate when the game loses focus and becomes all about other things like this. And as the so-called "voice of the Cardinals", this is the kind of thing that I hate having to deal with. I have to report, but I also need to be fair - considering who who we're talking about. After all - these are high school athletes; they're not professionals.
Remember though, besides being fair, honest, impartial, blah blah blah, I also have to deal with these parents, students, athletes, coaches, and the overall community of Greenwich. So I think what I'm trying to say here is that it is a very slippery slops.
Sad.
I'm F*cking Somebody...wait, no I'm not...not me...oh, Just Read the Post
Too many people emailed me about these videos. I couldn't ignore them anymore and watched them this morning.
I laughed out loud. Which can be a bad thing if you're at work.
Watch this first...then the response...
Now it's Jimmy's turn...and check out who shows up...
(Thanks to Jon for sending this along) This is enough to make me start missing TV.
I laughed out loud. Which can be a bad thing if you're at work.
Watch this first...then the response...
Now it's Jimmy's turn...and check out who shows up...
(Thanks to Jon for sending this along) This is enough to make me start missing TV.
Memo to Yankees - GET OVER YOURSELVES!
Phil "The Franchise" Hughes has a blog, and it's good. Not because he reveals anything, or because he writes deep, probing thoughts. Honestly I haven't learned much about him, or Joba, or anybody else.
It's because he shows that he's human. His blog isn't 38pitches - the self-indulgent thoughts of Curt Schilling.
That being said, Theo Epstein has never told Schilling to stop. Converesely, the uber-uptight Yankees aren't thrilled with The Franchise's efforts.
He's writing some harmless notes about things like what's on his iPod, or what his new uniform number will be. He's not revealing scouting reports or locker room info.
Anytime players try to be fan-friendly, it's good, and in this day, it's really good.
This is where the Yankees look bad. Let it go.
It's because he shows that he's human. His blog isn't 38pitches - the self-indulgent thoughts of Curt Schilling.
That being said, Theo Epstein has never told Schilling to stop. Converesely, the uber-uptight Yankees aren't thrilled with The Franchise's efforts.
Brian Cashman does not want players putting too much information out there, and Jason Zillo, director of media relations, said blogs could be banned for all players.Come on - what do you think he's going to write? Do you think he's going to "Jim Bouton" them (Google it)? Besides, that's been done already.
He's writing some harmless notes about things like what's on his iPod, or what his new uniform number will be. He's not revealing scouting reports or locker room info.
Anytime players try to be fan-friendly, it's good, and in this day, it's really good.
This is where the Yankees look bad. Let it go.
We've Lost an Original
AP PhotoMyron Cope has passed away at the age of 79. The longtime analyst on Steelers broadcasts had been in declining health for years.
To be blunt, Myron Cope was an awful broadcaster, at least technically. He had a voice that sounded like it had been drowned in cigarettes and whatever beverage of choice he was drinking. He rooted for the "Stillers" and denounced the opponent - openly on the air. He could drive veteran play-by-play voice, the late Jack Flemming (a stricter type of broadcaster) off the wall. His choice of language was nothing short of unique: "yoi", "Hmm-hah", "okel dokel", "feh." Chuck Noll was "Emporer Chaz." There was more - so much more. He was no idiot, though. He wrote brilliantly for years in Sports Illustrated and Saturday Evening Post.
He created the Terrible Towel.
And Pittsburgh loved him. And I (rigid broadcaster that I can be) found him hysterical.
Want a great Cope story? This is from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette:
Once at halftime in Cleveland, Cope found his intermission routine interrupted by an occupied restroom on old Municipal Stadium's roof, which is where the radio booths were situated. His long-standing para-military ritual of urinate, get a hot dog, and get back to the action now jeopardized, he improvised. Without being too graphic, let's just say that anyone walking by Municipal Stadium near that portion of the roof in the ensuring minutes had to wonder from where that sudden shower had come.A host of Myron Cope sounds are here. If you're not a Steelers fan, I don't expect you to get it. I'm not sure I can completely get it eithter, since Cope was so Pittsburgh, and I can't claim to be that.
He was that true one of a kind. A renaissance man. Someone who talked about much more than just "Stillers" fotball.
Pittsburgh, despite being giddy over adding Marian Hossa to gear up for a Stanley Cup run, is devastated by the news of Cope's passing. A quick listen to any 'Burgh station today will demonstrate that.
Hmm Hah and okel dokel. Almost a quadruple Yoi! And I just found this over on YouTube:
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I've Got Nothing
I should probably post something, just so that those of you who have been so loyal here at "the double five" get your fix.
Jesus, did I just write that? Is there anybody out there who needs a fix of me? It's not like this is one of those top-rate blogs - like Deadspin, or Sean's, or Tim's. It's just little ol' me. I often feel that my amusement of you (am I a clown?) is like watching a car wreck. You just can't look away.
Yikes. I digress. Anyway, I'm not feeling quite myself today (don't know whom I quite feel like though) but it's been a few days, so here I am.
And while there's plenty to write about, I've got nothing. But I'm giving it the ol' college try.
Exactly what is the ol' college try, by the way?
Here's something - props to Mr. Nicholas Angotto, my intrepid cohort on WGCH. Nick went to the FCIAC boys basketball opening round playoff game between Greenwich and New Canaan and took notes, kept score, and even produced interviews and a stat sheet for his Sports Director/Sports Anchor to report about the game that Monday. Oh, and he bought a recorder with cash out of his own pocket.
That, friends, is either insanity or something. He really wants to work in this crazy industry, and is willing to do basically whatever he needs to do to make it happen. I applaud his tenacity, because I don't see a lot of it anymore. Nick's in college now, and works as well, so it's not as if he has a lot of down time, yet he shows up for every broadcast, and does extra things like going to the playoff game.
Matt Hamilton, Ron Warzoha, Zach Fisher, Amanda Romaniello, John Collins, and Nick are just a few of the names who have come through 'GCH as interns with me, and they've all given a solid effort. Kudos to Nick for going the extra mile, and for the solid attitude that he brings. Plus he knows how to give and take with all of us "pros."
Now he's a pro. We just have to get him paid.
I saw the new logo for Citi Field (also known as the new home of the New York Brooklyn Dodgers...oops...I mean the Mets, who don't acknowledge that their legacy also includes the Giants and that dreaded Bronx team). Many folks are already mocking it - including one who says it looks like the Dominos Pizza logo.
Whatever. I can't get hung up on a logo for a ballpark for a team that I can't worry about. Sometimes picking on the Mets can be too easy and too lame.
In fact, the same can be said about picking on the Yankees, but it goes on anyway.
Please be so kind as to turn your radio to 1490 AM (that's WGCH) or WGCH.com for the broadcast of the FCIAC boys basketball semifinal tonight, as Greenwich takes on Trinity Catholic. We should be on the air around 7:30. The winner plays in the championship on Friday. Hope to call that one also (if Greenwich is in it, of course).
Naturally I feel like we should broadcast every game, and we should be the radio home for every FCIAC championship, but that's just not reality. I'm sure Matt Levine feels the same way as well - maybe he and I should team up and just be done with it. This way the guys who have called more FCIAC games than anyone I can think of would be where they belong - at the mic. Sean Kilkelly, at the very least, should be our studio host, and the aforementioned Nick Angotto should roam the sidelines. Tim Parry can blog it and be another voice.
A guy can dream, right?
Yeah, I'm little disoriented. I'm going to get lunch now.
Jesus, did I just write that? Is there anybody out there who needs a fix of me? It's not like this is one of those top-rate blogs - like Deadspin, or Sean's, or Tim's. It's just little ol' me. I often feel that my amusement of you (am I a clown?) is like watching a car wreck. You just can't look away.
Yikes. I digress. Anyway, I'm not feeling quite myself today (don't know whom I quite feel like though) but it's been a few days, so here I am.
And while there's plenty to write about, I've got nothing. But I'm giving it the ol' college try.
Exactly what is the ol' college try, by the way?
Here's something - props to Mr. Nicholas Angotto, my intrepid cohort on WGCH. Nick went to the FCIAC boys basketball opening round playoff game between Greenwich and New Canaan and took notes, kept score, and even produced interviews and a stat sheet for his Sports Director/Sports Anchor to report about the game that Monday. Oh, and he bought a recorder with cash out of his own pocket.
That, friends, is either insanity or something. He really wants to work in this crazy industry, and is willing to do basically whatever he needs to do to make it happen. I applaud his tenacity, because I don't see a lot of it anymore. Nick's in college now, and works as well, so it's not as if he has a lot of down time, yet he shows up for every broadcast, and does extra things like going to the playoff game.
Matt Hamilton, Ron Warzoha, Zach Fisher, Amanda Romaniello, John Collins, and Nick are just a few of the names who have come through 'GCH as interns with me, and they've all given a solid effort. Kudos to Nick for going the extra mile, and for the solid attitude that he brings. Plus he knows how to give and take with all of us "pros."
Now he's a pro. We just have to get him paid.
I saw the new logo for Citi Field (also known as the new home of the New York Brooklyn Dodgers...oops...I mean the Mets, who don't acknowledge that their legacy also includes the Giants and that dreaded Bronx team). Many folks are already mocking it - including one who says it looks like the Dominos Pizza logo.
Whatever. I can't get hung up on a logo for a ballpark for a team that I can't worry about. Sometimes picking on the Mets can be too easy and too lame.
In fact, the same can be said about picking on the Yankees, but it goes on anyway.
Please be so kind as to turn your radio to 1490 AM (that's WGCH) or WGCH.com for the broadcast of the FCIAC boys basketball semifinal tonight, as Greenwich takes on Trinity Catholic. We should be on the air around 7:30. The winner plays in the championship on Friday. Hope to call that one also (if Greenwich is in it, of course).
Naturally I feel like we should broadcast every game, and we should be the radio home for every FCIAC championship, but that's just not reality. I'm sure Matt Levine feels the same way as well - maybe he and I should team up and just be done with it. This way the guys who have called more FCIAC games than anyone I can think of would be where they belong - at the mic. Sean Kilkelly, at the very least, should be our studio host, and the aforementioned Nick Angotto should roam the sidelines. Tim Parry can blog it and be another voice.
A guy can dream, right?
Yeah, I'm little disoriented. I'm going to get lunch now.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Change to the CT Playoff System?
First off, I love the blogosphere. One blog writes it, then another picks it up, then another, and so on. Hopefully the info stays accurate, then we can all opine on whatever it is, and life goes one.
I say this because I was sorting through my Google Reader (which is where I get updates on the blogs that I read) and I saw an item from Tim Parry regarding potentially HUGE changes in Connecticut high school football and the playoff system. Tim got the lowdown from Sean Patrick Bowley (quickly becoming our latter-day Bill Gonillo).
Now to make sure that this isn't second-hand info, I'm posting the link to SPB's original piece. Tim's take on this is here.
Now it's my turn. What Connecticut is considering is what is already largely done in New York. BUT! The Empire State starts their season a week earlier (are you reading this CIAC?), plays every weekend, doesn't have conference championships and is done by the time we're all returning from our Thanksgiving break (trust me, I've sat in traffic on the New York State Thruway returning from championship games in Syracuse).
So is this a good idea? Not if you like tradition. I've talked with many players over the years and while they all love the title of being ONE of SIX state championship teams (who then vie for the mythical overall number one, as voted by a select number of coaches and media), the Cardinals that I've asked tell me that the FCIAC title means a lot to them - sometimes more than the state title. But the FCIAC title game would be a mere memory in this system. There would be no time for such a luxury. So the game that has taken place every year since the mid-60's would be gone.
Look, it's great that the CIAC is actually talking about this, but the first thing that needs to be changed is the start of the season. It's ONE WEEK we're talking about. It would line Connecticut up with New York and New Jersey. It would also allow for creativity, like the Greenwich-Bergen Catholic showdown that currently can't happen due to the scheduling system. Then they have to decide if the Thanksgiving rivalries mean anything to people. In this new plan, those would be gone.
Like Tim, I agree that there are some potential good sides to this idea. I'm not as tied into the Thanksgiving games as others are, and that might be because I'm a New Yorker and a lot of those games have been eliminated (not all, mind you, but most). Still I'm a fairly traditional guy (my outrage at the disruption of the Rye-Harrison game is still palpable) and I hate to see traditions get interrupted.
Now there's some debate about the potential matchups of teams that have never played each other (these would be among the non-playoff teams). This also happens sometimes in New York, but the difference is that the teams are from the same section. For instance, Mahopac played Gorton (from Yonkers) - two teams that aren't normally on each other's schedules. It's not like the 'Pac played, say, Chenango Forks (they're just north of Binghamton). Connecticut, while a much smaller state, could still have some hair-raising road trips in this new system.
So until I see a better plan than this, I say it ain't really broken. Don't try to fix it. Keep talking until a resolution that works for everyone makes sense. And perhaps most importantly - how about involving the students as well? They're the athletes here. As I've said so many times - youth athletics seem to get the most screwed up when the adults get involved.
I say this because I was sorting through my Google Reader (which is where I get updates on the blogs that I read) and I saw an item from Tim Parry regarding potentially HUGE changes in Connecticut high school football and the playoff system. Tim got the lowdown from Sean Patrick Bowley (quickly becoming our latter-day Bill Gonillo).
Now to make sure that this isn't second-hand info, I'm posting the link to SPB's original piece. Tim's take on this is here.
Now it's my turn. What Connecticut is considering is what is already largely done in New York. BUT! The Empire State starts their season a week earlier (are you reading this CIAC?), plays every weekend, doesn't have conference championships and is done by the time we're all returning from our Thanksgiving break (trust me, I've sat in traffic on the New York State Thruway returning from championship games in Syracuse).
So is this a good idea? Not if you like tradition. I've talked with many players over the years and while they all love the title of being ONE of SIX state championship teams (who then vie for the mythical overall number one, as voted by a select number of coaches and media), the Cardinals that I've asked tell me that the FCIAC title means a lot to them - sometimes more than the state title. But the FCIAC title game would be a mere memory in this system. There would be no time for such a luxury. So the game that has taken place every year since the mid-60's would be gone.
Look, it's great that the CIAC is actually talking about this, but the first thing that needs to be changed is the start of the season. It's ONE WEEK we're talking about. It would line Connecticut up with New York and New Jersey. It would also allow for creativity, like the Greenwich-Bergen Catholic showdown that currently can't happen due to the scheduling system. Then they have to decide if the Thanksgiving rivalries mean anything to people. In this new plan, those would be gone.
Like Tim, I agree that there are some potential good sides to this idea. I'm not as tied into the Thanksgiving games as others are, and that might be because I'm a New Yorker and a lot of those games have been eliminated (not all, mind you, but most). Still I'm a fairly traditional guy (my outrage at the disruption of the Rye-Harrison game is still palpable) and I hate to see traditions get interrupted.
Now there's some debate about the potential matchups of teams that have never played each other (these would be among the non-playoff teams). This also happens sometimes in New York, but the difference is that the teams are from the same section. For instance, Mahopac played Gorton (from Yonkers) - two teams that aren't normally on each other's schedules. It's not like the 'Pac played, say, Chenango Forks (they're just north of Binghamton). Connecticut, while a much smaller state, could still have some hair-raising road trips in this new system.
So until I see a better plan than this, I say it ain't really broken. Don't try to fix it. Keep talking until a resolution that works for everyone makes sense. And perhaps most importantly - how about involving the students as well? They're the athletes here. As I've said so many times - youth athletics seem to get the most screwed up when the adults get involved.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tickets for The End Game Are Gone
The Yankees (and the crooks at Ticketmaster) put a limited number of tickets onsale yesterday for the final game (regular season version) The House (please don't ask "who's house?"). The Daily News reports that all tickets are now gone for the September 21st matinee against the Orioles.
Wrong.
He told me to keep September 21st open and that I would finally sit in one of the two places I've never sat - the bleachers (a luxury suite is the other, and there's some bitterness there, but that conversation is for another time).
So the short answer is that I will be in attendance for the final game at The Stadium. I will bring my own supply of tissues as I probably couldn't afford the ones they'll no doubt sell that day with interlocking NY's on them.
The last regular season game at Yankee Stadium is sold out. Fans scooped up a few thousand tickets online in just 11 minutes Wednesday.I decided to take a look at buying tickets (ya know, just for giggles) when my cell phone rang. It was my cousin, Kris, and I had a strange feeling I knew what he was about to tell me - that tickets were going on sale and to ask if I was going to try.
Wrong.
He told me to keep September 21st open and that I would finally sit in one of the two places I've never sat - the bleachers (a luxury suite is the other, and there's some bitterness there, but that conversation is for another time).
So the short answer is that I will be in attendance for the final game at The Stadium. I will bring my own supply of tissues as I probably couldn't afford the ones they'll no doubt sell that day with interlocking NY's on them.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Missing: One Tooth
Tonight, at approximately 7:30 PM Eastern Time, Sean Robert Adams of Carmel, NY approached his parents and informed us that he had lost his first tooth! Somewhere, a fairy is preparing a delivery.
He's resting comfortably now. Oh, and Sean's fine, too.
He's resting comfortably now. Oh, and Sean's fine, too.
2008 Ford Frick Award Winner: Dave Niehaus
Well congratulations to Dave Niehaus. Here's the official word from the Hall of Fame:
Dave Niehaus, the voice of the Seattle Mariners for all 31 seasons of the team's existence, has been named the 2008 recipient of the Ford C. Frick Award, presented annually for major contributions to baseball broadcasting. Niehaus will be honored with the award during Hall of Fame Induction Ceremonies on Sunday, July 27, in Cooperstown, N.Y.I'm guessing this is probably not the right moment to say this, but if 31 years of screaming "MY OH MY" at the top of ones lungs is enough to get you the Frick Award, then we should start the campaign for John Sterling. How Mr. Niehaus was more worthy than Bill King, Joe Nuxhall, Tony Kubek or Graham McNamee is a question I will look to answer.
"Dave Niehaus is the heartbeat of Mariners baseball. Since Day One, he has painted a picture of baseball and summer in Seattle better than anyone ever has," said Hall of Fame President Dale Petroskey.
Entering the 2008 season, Niehaus has broadcast 4,817 of the 4,899 Mariners games played, missing just 82 contests in the team's 31-year history.
A Blogger's Must-Read
Once in a while, I need a reminder of how dangerous our blogosphere can be, and how uptight corporate America can be. While this pertains to broadcasting, the reality is that this could be about any large company.
Read on.
Slope...thy name is a slippery.
Read on.
Slope...thy name is a slippery.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Some Guy's Top 20 Beers
I'll be blunt here. I like beer. I like it in the same way that one likes wine. I like to try different ones and rate them. I've been to tasting parties. I've hosted tasting parties. I know someone who has a running list of the number of beers they've tried (and frankly, I've forgotten then number, but I think it's over 500 at this point).
With that said, somebody decided to provide us with a full list of the best beers, in their opinion. I don't know who the person is, but the list is with comments is here.
In short, here's his list:
20. Budweiser
19. Iron City
18. Amstel Light
17. Red Stripe
16. Smithwicks
15. Foster’s
14. Victory
13. Corona
12. Ommegang
11. Chimay
10. Stella Artois
9. Paulaner
8. Newcastle
7. Samuel Adams
6. Rogue
5. Sam Smith’s
4. Yuengling
3. Guinness
2. Sierra Nevada
1. Westvleteren
OK, my take. My favorites are Smithwicks, Iron City, and Yeungling (the Black and Tan). I like Stella a great deal as well. Guinness is fine, but I find that one can't sip a Guinness (that's what I discovered when I had my first one in Covent Garden, London). Frankly, I don't think I could put Bud on any top beer list, but that's just me. I guarantee you that if someone in Belgium was doing the same list, they'd laugh hysterically at the thought of Stella Artois as a top beer.
As usual, take this list with however many grains of salt you need.
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