The PA Announcer II

I was stationed behind the glass, to the right.

Not a lot of time to write my thoughts on the night of my public address announcing doubleheader.

I have 40 minutes left in the night as I begin this, so if I want to stay within the confines of #Project365, I need to hurry.

In short, I really enjoyed it.

First, both teams (Carmel and Mahopac) are great to work with. Their opponents (Monroe-Woodbury and Rye Town/Harrison) were great as well.

The view through the glass as Mahopac celebrates early success, with their student section in the background.

I announced goals as you'd expect me to.

I introduced the starting lineups without trying to duplicate the old Chicago Bulls.

Which, by the way, still gives me chills and reminds me that Michael Jordan is, indeed, the #GOAT.

I spied a few students dancing to some of my eclectic music choices (though I thought "Africa" by Toto would get a bigger response).

I stayed out of the way and didn't try to make myself the star of the show.

I had to download Jay-Z, Rhianna, and Kanye ("Run This Town") and something called "Five Hours" by Deorro.

I used the Boston Bruins goal horn and song for Mahopac (that's what they like) and the New York Rangers goal horn and song for Carmel (I don't know if they cared).

Sean's old preschool buddy Aidan Martin

I played INXS and AC/DC and Soundgarden and Tom Petty and the Beastie Boys and R.E.M. and Asia and The Beatles (duh) and Billy Joel and The Black Keys and Simple Minds and The Monkees.

I played Nirvana and Dire Straits and the Rolling Stones and Queen.

I played Hall and Oates.

I played Huey Lewis and the News (of course I did).

I played "Theme From New York New York" when the night was over.

Sinatra. Naturally.

Would we have it any other way in the Empire State?

Nobody complained to me about a thing and everyone seemed thankful.

The only complaint was on the scoreboard.

Monroe-Woodbury 3, Carmel 3.

Rye Town/Harrison 10, Mahopac 7.

I walked in not sure how I felt about doing it.

I walked out hoping to do it again.

Until then, I'll head back to the trusty broadcast booth.

The unhappy result for Mahopac.

The PA Announcer

Bob Sheppard (The best, of course)

The day started with a message form Harold.

In short, Carmel High School was looking for a public address announcer for tomorrow night. It's senior night for their hockey team, and he wondered if he could recommend me.

I thought about it. I considered that it was my weekend with Sean.

I told him to go ahead and tell Carmel High that I was available if they needed me.

A few hours passed, and I hadn't heard from anyone, so I thought I was off.

Then I got a message from Mahopac High School hockey.

They, too, needed a PA announcer for their Senior Night.

But wait...there's more. I need to do the whole shebang, music included.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

You'd think -- after too many years of this -- that doing the PA is no big deal for a natural ham who has been on the radio since 1990.

But being the in-house announcer is a different world.

There's a different kind of immediacy here, as opposed to radio. Mispronounce someones name, and you can get grumbled at.

That's not to say it doesn't happen in radio, but I'm also insulated in a world inside my headset.

It's hard to explain.

One other thing: I'm not the "rah rah" type of announcer. There's a reason I posted the picture of Bob Sheppard at the top of the post. That's more of my style.

So I'm looking through some music tonight in case my (vast) selection is needed, but I warn you: there's not a lot post-2000 (or so).

I'll be nervous, as being PA announcer isn't my usual forte. Then again, I survived Senior Day for Greenwich football.

To be fair, I've done PA before for several events. Yes, I've spoken in public countless times. Yet -- surprise -- I get nervous.

We'll see how this experience goes.

Basketball at Greens Farms Academy

It was doubleheader night at Greens Farms Academy tonight, as the Dragons hosted Sacred Heart from Greenwich in girls hoops, while the boys hosted Masters.

John Nash, all around good egg (don't tell him I said that), invited me to call the games, especially with my connections to Greenwich.

I was thrilled to do it, and was received with open arms.

Trust me: that makes a big difference.

John also set me up with interviews with the guys who have started GSPN, a student-run broadcasting channel at GFA, and Sean Obi, who played collegiately at Duke, Maryland, and Rice.

Everything is in the archive to download and stream. First, the girls game (download it here)

The boys game can be downloaded here.

The halftime interviews can be found here.

I'm back at Brunswick on Thursday, as Hamden Hall takes on the Bruins. Game time is 4:00 p.m.

Mo: Perfect

October, 2015. Mt Kisco, NY.

Mariano Rivera is a member of the baseball Hall of Fame tonight.

Shocking, I know.

He was the first player to ever receive a unanimous induction from the writers (special circumstances like Lou Gehrig in 1939 aside).

He'll be joined by Edgar Martinez, Roy Halladay, and his former teammate Mike Mussina, as well as Lee Smith and Harold Baines.

If you know anything about Mo, then you know how handled this.

He praised God. He praised his family. He praised his teammates and the New York Yankees organization.

He thanked the writers and the fans.

It was all about the praise for everyone but him, though you never doubted his confidence.

He'll remain as humble as ever.

Mariano Rivera,  a product of Panama, appeared on the scene in 1995. I remember watching him on the Fourth of July, as he allowed two hits and struck out 11 Chicago White Sox over eight innings to win, 4-1.

By the '95 playoffs -- the Bombers' first appearance since 1981 -- Mo worked 5.1 innings of relief in the five game loss to Seattle. I remember being nervous, but impressed, at how he handled the high wire act of that series.

By 1996, he was the man, as the dominant eighth inning setup man (as for closer John Wetteland, who's in the news for all the wrong reasons, I'm sickened by the charges. Innocent until proven guilt, of course, but still. Sickening.).

Wetteland was gone after '96, and Mo was now the closer. Things went well until the ALDS, when Sandy Alomar Jr. launched a home run to right in the eighth inning of Game 4. The Yankees lost the series in five.

Closers need to have short memories. Mo had that to ponder all winter. Yet '98 turned out just fine.

And '99.

And 2000.

As for 2001 (just as in 2004), well, things happen. Tip your hat to the Diamondbacks who, frankly, were better than the Yankees that year (despite the Bombers being an inning away from winning the World Series). The Red Sox got to Mo in 2004.

Again, it happens. George Brett took Goose Gossage deep in the 1980 ALCS, and Kirk Gibson took the year that been so improbable and did the impossible by homering off of Dennis Eckersley in the 1988 World Series.

He handled it with grace and humor, his faith always sitting in the forefront.

He set the saves record eventually (yes, I know it's a flawed stat).

He otherwise dominated, even recording 44 saves in his last season.

You want good character? Find me a bad thing about Mariano Rivera.

He checks literally every box that a Hall of Famer should.

He is universally loved in and out of baseball.

He'll probably be back next year when Derek Jeter joins him.

He also thinks the '98 Yankees would beat anybody. Just saying.

Welcome to Cooperstown, Mo. I can't wait to see your plaque with my own eyes.

As you probably know, I had the profound pleasure of interviewing him myself back in 2015 on the HAN Network.



I recorded Doubleheader tonight to break down all of the Hall of Fame news and notes.

Hill/Brunswick Hockey

An image from last night's lunar eclipse (the Super Blood Wolf Moon)...just because

It was great to get back under the headset today as Brunswick hosted Hill at the Hartong Rink.

The Bruins scored twice in the second period to take a 2-1 lead before holding on for a 4-3 win.

Later in the week, I'll be at Greens Farms Academy as the Dragons host Sacred Heart Greenwich in girls basketball (4:30) and Masters School in boys basketball (6:00). Both games can be heard on Robcasting at http://mixlr.com/robcasting-radio/.

I'll be back at Brunswick on Thursday as the Bruins host defending FAA champion Hamden Hall in boys basketball. Game time is 4:00. While the audio is on Robcasting, watch the game via Local Live.

As for today, the hockey game is in the archive.

Dynasties

It's no secret that sports dynasties are boring, and easy to hate.

Think about it: would you care a bit about the New York Yankees if they didn't have those 26 gleaming, sparking rings (and one pocket watch, for their 1923 title)? How about the Cowboys, Steelers, Lakers, Packers, Celtics, Canadiens, UCLA...

And the Patriots?

Let's be honest, most of New England was ambivalent at best towards the team that initially played in Boston, and called six (!) different stadium home since their beginning in 1960.

(That's Nickerson Field, Fenway Park, Alumni Stadium, Harvard Stadium, Foxboro/Schaefer/Sullivan Stadium, Gillette Stadium, in case you're wondering, and does anyone remember that they were the Bay State Patriots in 1971?)

The point is, they developed their hardened, and now cocky, fan base once current #TB12 (but not the original) came along. Once he and the HC of NEP teamed up, they became a dynasty. Indeed, all hail Tom Brady and Bill Belichick.

Massive respect to them. But they're also easy to despise. That's what a dynasty does, and Spygate and Deflategate just makes it easier.

But you can't ignore the greatness. And make no mistake: I can't (and won't) pick against them.

Still, it's fun to watch dynasties crumble. I know that, and know how many have enjoyed watching the Yankees lose. Every fan base becomes obnoxious after winning (yes, that includes you, Red Sox). It's the nature of it.

I can still see me, quietly sitting on a couch, watching Super Bowl XLII. The "Perfect Pats" were struggling with the upstart New York Giants, but had the lead late. Here comes Eli Manning, with a touchdown pass to (former Steeler) Plaxico Burress. I hadn't really tipped my hand in terms of rooting that day. I have affection for the Giants because they played in Yankee Stadium from 1956-1973, and their ties to the Steelers. I didn't really care about the Pats, though they'd hurt my Steelers quite a few times.

But I had my reasons. Oh did I ever on that day in early 2008 (that's a hint, folks).

I jumped up off that couch.

"SUCK IT!"

It was like an out of body experience. I didn't expect that reaction, and sort of meekly apologized as I sat back down.

So it is today that we watch those frenzies of Foxboro. We watch the Hoodie and Touchdown Tommy, as they go up against Patrick Mahomes and the Kansas City Chiefs, who haven't been to a Super Bowl since 1970 (when they beat Minnesota, 23-7).

We'll also watch the Rams (last Super Bowl? A loss to Tom Brady and the Pats in 2002) take on the Rams (with Drew Brees, who just keeps setting every record while saying, "Remember me?").

Honestly -- and I mean this -- I just want two good games.

Maybe Tom Brady can then lose his fourth (FOURTH?) Super Bowl. Jim Kelly lost four! (And how great is the news that Kelly is cancer-free?) Or Brady can win his sixth. Impressive, either way.

May the best teams win, but we all know most of this country will be pulling for Kansas City today.

If only for the ghost of Hank Stram.



(UPDATE: The Rams and Patriots won. Both games had controversy. Both losing teams didn't make plays when needed. That's football for ya.)

Will ... and Grace

Hudson Valley and Lowell lineup on the baselines at Fenway Park, 8/9/08.

It might have slipped through the cracks, but Will Middlebrooks retired.

That news might seem unspectacular to you, but I was immediately transported to August, 2008.

I was at Fenway Park. Yes, I know. In theory, that's enemy territory. But when you're a baseball nut, it's Fenway Park.

Nirvana.

Sean Ford, the long-running, um, Voice of the Hudson Valley Renegades (a title he earned in a decade of games) invited me to Boston to call the Futures at Fenway game, as the Gades took on the Lowell Spinners.

I asked Harold if he wanted to come along as a producer, and he immediately accepted, and even got us a place to crash so that we could call Sunday's Gades/Spinners game in Lowell.

But Saturday was all about Fenway.

It was a good (and mostly great) weekend, tinged with some hurt.

You see, things were in the middle of a breakdown through '08. The Renegades were, in part, a way to keep my mind occupied and happy.

When I left for Boston that Saturday morning, I left my computer set up for a button to be pushed so that Sean (my son) could listen to his dad from one of the most prestigious places in all of sports.

I literally wanted him to listen for a minute. Long enough to hear my voice.

It was not to be.

Sean would not be home that day. To be clear, he never heard a word I said from Boston, and in fact didn't even speak to me until Sunday, when I found out he spent the night at another house.

A house he now lives in most of the time.

I had no idea, and had tried calling him a few times on Saturday night. Keep in mind, he was six at the time.

I was crestfallen. Absolutely lost. In fact, I didn't even want to go home Sunday night, and it was Harold who got me to go.

For the record, broadcast recordings weren't always immediately available to me. As I recall, I stumbled upon an archive months later and recorded it on my home computer.

I wrote about the experience in three parts, and it's interesting to see how I side-stepped the topic at the time (in Part 3):

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

That leads me back to Will Middlebrooks. The Red Sox prospect played third base in the Futures at Fenway game for Lowell.

I had the duty of opening the broadcast, as I normally did when Sean and I worked together. I was nervous, and had the concept of how surreal it all was in my mind when I did the opening.


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Middlebrooks was the leadoff hitter in the bottom of the 11th inning of the game, won by the Spinners 4-3 in 12 innings. Sean normally called the first three innings, with me taking the middle three, before he called the last three. Extra innings would be as we figured it out, and he gave me the 11th. Here's the bottom of the 11th inning:
As I said, the Spinners would win in the bottom of the 12th. The game-winning hit?

A Will Middlebrooks single.

Enjoy your retirement, and thanks for that memory.

Don't Blame the Messenger

Edward R. Murrow

It's no secret that the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, Washington, DC is no fan of the mass media, and has utter contempt for journalists.

Never mind that President Trump has also used the media to bloat his empire through books, conversations in the press, and his reality show.

Please note, I was not a fan of the show. I tended to dump it onto the trash heap of most reality TV. At best, I was ambivalent.

I've been a member of the media for nearly 30 years. I suppose I could identify with being a journalist in some form for a little over 20 of those years. I've prided myself on being accurate and having integrity. I made sure to not demonstrate a bias.

I realize one is quick to point out that I'm a "Yankees/Steelers/Rangers/Knicks" fan. Fair. But if you have paid attention, I've destroyed each one of those organizations, and have a particular anger pointed at the six-time Super Bowl champions right now for being a dysfunctional mess.

If the Mets wanted to hire me in their booth, I'd bring the same passion and integrity that I always have. The uniform becomes irrelevant. Seemed to work for a kid from Washington Heights named Scully who was a Giants fan growing up. He called Dodgers games for 67 years and never showed an ounce of bias. Kinda worked out, didn't it?

I've also heard of my having a bias for Greenwich. But I've also heard I get too excited when a Greenwich opponent scores.

So...that means I'm doing my job.

I recognize there are many bad apples in the media. There are some journalists walking around with an agenda. I can also say that I can count on one hand the number of journalists locally that I see exhibiting any form of bias.

And having a social media feed full of that bias will not help that.

But there are journalists in all facets that I put my faith in. You have to know where to look. Is FOX a right wing outlet? You bet. Does that mean all of their reporters have to be hit with the same broad strokes? No.

Is MSNBC liberal? Absolutely, but the same rules apply.

Yes, I know those on one side or the other are going to bristle. "Wait! There's no liberal media," you say.

Keep thinking that. The Loch Ness Monster is holding on line two.

My overriding point here is that the media isn't as evil as you think. Like all walks of life, we have those who don't uphold the same integrity. I don't think I'm one of them. I know countless others -- both sports and otherwise -- who aren't influenced, despite what anyone wants to believe.

They do their jobs. Period.

Local radio could use some love (and lots of game broadcasts). Local newspapers still matter. There are really hardworking people at these outlets, and whether they produce their content in print or online, they (we) deserve support as we deal with the avalanche of metaphorical "you suck" that we get.

I see it. I hear it. I get tons of "The media is terrible. Present company excluded."

Thanks, tons.

The media isn't the enemy. I get tired of hearing an industry that I hold dearly being held responsible for all of the problems of the world.

Should we be held accountable? Absolutely.

But we're not the problem.

Avoid the low-hanging fruit.

Music. Now.

I saw a promo on CBS tonight for the Grammy's.

It underwhelmed me, and that's being polite.

Yes, I'm prepared for the "Get off my lawn" nonsense that I'm often hit with when I go down this road.

I've roughly pinpointed my disappearance from knowing the pop music scene to right around 2010, but it's fair to say it had been declining for years.

Look, I know there's always talent to be found, and I've been a mega-strong critic of "American Idol," "The Voice," and all of the other nonsense (sorry, I said it) that pushes itself as "talent shows." I've frankly said those shows are responsible for the decline of popular music, but it's a much deeper thing than that.

While Max Martin is basically writing everything (sorry, Taylor), there have been songwriters cranking out things for years. That being said, will it stand the test of time?

I have a Carole King concert on in the background as I write tonight. To say Ms. King is brilliant is frankly an understatement. The music she created with former husband Gerry Goffin and the Brill Building writers has survived for nearly 60 years. Think of "Pleasant Valley Sunday" (The Monkees), "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman" (most famously by Aretha Franklin), "One Fine Day" (The Chiffons), and "Up On The Roof" (The Drifters).

Not a bad little resume of classic songs, right? Plus we haven't even touched her landmark album Tapestry. That's one of the main records that I recall of my youth.

I've evolved as a listener. I've largely decided that I don't want to pay ridiculous amounts to go see big concerts anymore. That's not to say I can't be talked into, say, Billy Joel again (I mean, that's 40 years of admiration for the man), and certainly if Huey Lewis can regain his hearing when he sings, then I would consider it.

Right circumstances. Right company. Sure. Maybe.

But I'm at a point where I want the grass roots of small shows of all genres. Truth is, I sort of like pretty much everything. I like seeing artists who just have passion for their art. That means more than 80,000 singing along with Coldplay.

I love reading the thoughts of the friends whom I admire for their music knowledge, with Jon (still of R-Va, and celebrating a birthday today), the great "Shagger" Dave, Harold, Susan, Mick, Paul, and others being among those I truly enjoy chatting about music with.

So long as they can deal with my awful "music snob" ways (of course I've been called that...and worse), then we can all have a spirited conversation.

You never know what will inspire me. If you told me I'd ever show love to Cyndi Lauper or Air Supply, I probably would have laughed.

Now I do.

Maybe there's hope for me yet.

John Mellencamp? Er...OK. Maybe not.

Will I watch the Grammy's? Perhaps, because I do try to have an eye on things that of social/pop culture significance so that I can be in touch. Plus I know Mike Genaro is counting on my nonsensical tweets.

Seriously, there might be hope for me.  Maybe I can be with someone who likes Joni Mitchell.

Because, trust me, Tom Hanks could in You've Got Mail. Despite what he says.

He wants to. Besides, Joni Mitchell is cool.

A Trip to the Supermarket

While I have this bowl, it's not my cereal bowl.

I've eaten Rice Krispies for over 40 years.

Yes, that's my cereal of choice, and I rarely differ.

Of course, that's not my only breakfast choice (um, hello, Waffle House) but it's always an easy option.

Yet what's cereal without milk?

So I had to stop at the grocery store. Stop and Shop, to be exact.

My mission was short and sweet: a half-gallon of milk and a pack of honey lemon throat drops.

Gotta keep the throat in shape.

As I tried to step up to the registers, I waited for an opening at one of the self-serve checkouts.

While I don't want to be seen as antisocial, I do prefer to check myself out.

I also pump my own gas habitually, and have actually passed on getting petrol in New Jersey because self-service isn't allowed.

By all means, call me weird. I can take it.

But back to our not-spilt milk at Stop and Shop (had to use that pun eventually).

As I waited for the register, a typically detached shopper strolled right by me and up to the register I was going to use.

Not the greatest of offenses, to be clear, and certainly not something I was going to go to the mattresses over (wrong store, I know, but I'm going to mix my metaphors anyway).

I waited patiently as her order being larger than mine when I discovered the register to the far right was open.

It was an express lane, and it didn't accept cash, but that all worked fine for me.

A customer strolled away as I arrived.

I glanced at the screen at the total from the previous order that had yet to be paid for.

Before I could even consider saying something, the mystery shopper was gone into the night.

A trusty staff member walked over and, with nary a "what the hell?," she cleared the screen, didn't seem to consider the lost money (granted it was about $8), and left me to complete my transaction.

I took care of my my milk and throat drops and walked out.

As I went to exit the parking lot, a car made a left turn into where I was driving out, declining both a turn signal and slowing down. I watched her then make a second left into a row of parking in the same manner.

I was content to just get home.

We have a few snow storms coming.

I'll want Rice Krispies.

Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Farewell, Old Tap

A blurry view through the windshield of a rental car on the Tappan Zee Bridge, at approximately 4:45 a.m.,  2012

Part of the Tappan Zee Bridge just imploded into the Hudson River. The eastern part of the superstructure was detonated before 11 a.m.

The piece of me that has watched countless implosions shrugged my shoulders.

The piece of me that commuted over it for a stretch and sat in myriad jams on it was wistful.

To many, it's a road. It's just a bridge. Who cares about what we call the new one?

That's actually one of those things that I've debated with strangers on the interwebs about.

I know ol' Andy in Albany decided to name the structure after his pops, with little regard for former Gov. Malcolm Wilson, whom the old bridge was named after.

Gov. Andrew Cuomo showed little to no regard for the history of the region, and the fact that the body of water that the new bridge crosses is indeed the Tappan Zee portion of the Hudson River.

In his push for daddy to get the bridge named after him, ol' Andy pushed the name change though with limited input, though it seemed obvious something was up when the name of the new crossing was "The New NY Bridge."

Stubbornly, it will remain the Tappan Zee Bridge to me, just as the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel, Triborough Bridge, and Queensboro Bridge have all remained as such, despite being named for Hugh Carey, Robert F. Kennedy, and Ed Koch respectively.

Captured off TV on Jan 15, 2019

The new bridge (or bridges, since there is an eastbound and a westbound span) is very attractive. No question about that.

But there was still something to be said about the old, outdated Tap. It often served as a way to mark the beginning and end to myriad trips to Florida, North Carolina, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and other far off points.

It was a place to ponder life (or get really steamed at traffic) while waiting to get across it.

The bend just near the Tarrytown side heading eastbound was where I would often gaze towards Manhattan, which was often shimmering brightly on many a trip.

But progress made the new bridge absolutely necessary, and so we march on, with disgustingly high tolls likely coming in the next few years. Drive it "for cheap" while you can!

On the "new" Tappan Zee Bridge, Sep 2018

Mel

Photo courtesy of Kay Murcer (Facebook)

I saw this picture early Monday. Taken sometime in the early 70s, it's Bobby and Kay Murcer on the left, and Jean and Mel Stottlemyre on the right. Both were perennial all-stars around this time.

Kay Murcer posted it on her Facebook page.

My heart sank when I saw it.

A few hours later, we learned that Mel had died at 77.

Both Bobby and Mel are now gone, with Bobby Ray passing in 2008.

Mel was great as a pitcher through 11 years as a pitcher, before becoming a coach, achieving his greatest success with the Mets and Yankees.

He was a gracious gentleman on and off the field, and I never heard a bad word about him.

He was the starting, and winning, pitcher at the second game I ever attended: August 31, 1973.

Tonight, The Yankees Saloon has a new customer.

Then and Now

2007 and 2018

The latest thing on Facebook is to post your first profile picture, and compare that with a more recent picture.

I haven't done it yet, but thought perhaps I could participate by doing so here.

There's an irony in this picture from 2007. I have facial hair in this and, to be clear, I was a compulsive shaver.

Like, daily. It wasn't until several years later that I finally began to back off of my habitual every day shaving and now shave maybe twice a week.

The other main difference was the lack of glasses. I still wore contact lenses at that time -- something I started doing in 1984. In fact, I only needed one lens, having discovered my right eye was nearsighted in the late 70s (the reason I couldn't hit a baseball -- it wasn't just that I was a terrible baseball player).

The other eye began to decline in the 90s. I continued to wear contacts until around 2014, when I finally switched to glasses. Cost had something to do with that.

This picture is from last September, when my niece Laura got married. Sean and I were the primary entertainment (aka "DJs"). I talked. He helped carry stuff, along with setting up and breaking down.

Anyway, that's how I've changed in roughly 11 years.

Hoosac/Brunswick Hockey

When in doubt during the #365Project, just post the broadcast of the day.

So here we are.

As I've said previously, I don't take broadcast assignments lightly. I know there are listeners and viewers, and I do what I can to make the broadcasts enjoyable for the viewers.

Today it was Hoosac and Brunswick at the Hartong Rink. Head coach Mike Kennedy and associate head coach (as well as athletic director and former head coach) Ron Van Belle were among those who made me welcome at the rink.

From there, Brunswick wasn't very hospitable. The Bruins beat the Owls 6-1.

We all know the bad of social media. The negative is terrible. The up side can be quite good. After I tweeted to promote the hockey broadcast, the Hoosac School hockey twitter feed shared it with their followers.

Thus I had Hoosac viewers tuning in (I was also on Robcasting).

I feel a responsibility for the whole audience.

So this made me feel good, given it came from a Hoosac fan.

Nice job commentating @double5! We enjoyed the game.

— Kristy Belton (@KristyBelton) January 12, 2019

Thank you, Kristy! I also had a great chat with the parents of Bruin Cooper Moore after the game, who told me Cooper's grandparents enjoy the broadcasts from Orlando. I'm grateful. The words lift me, especially when I feel like I was too hungry and not at my best (er...like today).

If you missed it, here it is, suitable for streaming (or you can stream and download here).

St. Luke's/Brunswick Basketball

Another night, another basketball game. St. Luke's and Brunswick met in Greenwich today, and I was pleased to be on the call.

I'm home, essentially, to sleep, write this post, and get back to Brunswick tomorrow to call the Bruins on the ice as Hoosac comes to town.

There's a responsibility that I occasionally have to remind myself of, and it's hardly earth-shattering, but I suppose it still matters.

When I first started calling Greenwich football, I thought to myself, "I'm glad these games are on the air, but who is actually listening?"

The truth is, more people than I thought.

People have quoted me. That both overwhelms and frightens me (out of fear that I've said or done something ridiculous).

Anyway, I'm sure I'm trying to say something bigger here, but I'm too tired to figure out what that is.

Here's tonight's broadcast (it can be downloaded here):

GFA/King Basketball

Not a whole lot to add to this Thursday evening around the Exit 55 control center.

I called Greens Farms Academy and King School tonight in boys basketball in Stamford. Two teams that deserve more attention but don't always get it.

So I gave it.

I have relationships with both schools, and I'm enjoying strengthening bonds like that. The door was opened for me to bring the mics back to King anytime, and I greatly appreciate that.

A similar arrangement exists at GFA, and I'll be there soon.

Matt Bonaparte worked with me, and he did a nice job, as I hope you will hear in the attached audio.

Thanks to all parties for a nice night of basketball. We'll do it again soon.

If you'd just like to stream the game, Mixcloud is perfectly suitable.


If you're looking to download it, then go to the Archive.org page.

Nick Mayer

Ingalls Rink, New Haven, 2015

I don't have much tonight.

I saw the sad news that Nick Mayer, a former player for the EO Smith/Tolland Bucks, has died. My condolences go to his family and friends. The hockey community is always very tight-knit, and they have embraced the Bucks tonight.

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— Panthers_Game_Time (@game_panthers) January 10, 2019

I really don't have any words.

The one thing I can contribute is the broadcast from the day that Nick, his brother Peter, and their on-ice brothers won the state championship in Division III. Jake Zimmer, Eric Gendron, and I called the action from Inglalls Rink ("The Yale Whale") in New Haven on HAN Radio (HAN Network).

May this bring a smile to his loved ones.



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Those Who Can't, Teach

I'm getting this post in under the deadline before midnight, so time is tight if I want to do a post-per-day.

I was back teaching at Connecticut School of Broadcasting this evening, where I'm the night instructor for sports reporting, play-by-pay, and so on.

It was one of the largest classes I've had in a long time -- and that stretches now some 14 years.

I worried. But I always do.

There are those who don't like sports, have no interest in sports, are intimidated by sports, or are flat-out sports haters.

There are myriad personalities to address.

I thought for sure this group might push me to the limit.

I didn't think I was reaching them.

I didn't think I inspired them.

Yet they reminded me why I love to teach.

I worked with the esteemed Andy Madison of WEBE 108, who has become a favorite to work with, as we share the same passion for war stories, music, sports, and laughter.

As for the group, those who were completely perplexed by writing sports found their voice. I've been known, in a pinch, to write their reports for them. In this case, they all made sure they did it, with one girl telling me that she wanted (paraphrasing) a nudge to get on the right path and then she would write it.

Not only did she write it, but voiced it. So did the other students.

It was one of the best groups I've dealt with. They were fun and challenging, with great voices and deliveries. Their performances were terrific.

They took the coaching and criticizing (aka "nitpicking") that Andy and I had to offer.

I taught them how to conduct interviews, and had barely scratched the surface, only brushing the top of play-by-play.

They walked out feeling entertained and that they had learned a new skill. Once they got past the notion of it being about sports, they realized it was something useful.

It was a joy, and I'm pleased that I'll be back with them again in February.

I was proud of them.

I was proud of me.

Sports Is An Escape

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Non-sports fans generally hate sports. They buy into the stereotypes.

Sports fans stridently defend our games.

But there are certain behaviors that can't -- can not  -- be defended.

Add Cody Parkey to the latest of a bad list.

Parkey, if you don't know, doinked a 43-yard field goal at the end of yesterday's Bears/Eagles playoff game in Chicago. Inaccurate as he has been, the twenty-six-year-old kicker not only hit the upright, but then it dropped down onto the crossbar where, with the right bounce, could have won the game for the Bears. Instead, the Eagles took the victory, and the trolls took to Twitter to threaten the kicker with death.

Forgetting the so-so performance of the Bears defense. Forgetting letting Golden Tate catch a touchdown on fourth and goal. Forgetting other missed opportunities.

No, Cody Parkey deserve death threats and more. Like this:

Cody Parkey broke @barstoolcarl's brainhttps://t.co/12CURevwCr pic.twitter.com/zIRzJZt6zi

— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) January 7, 2019

Yup. Classy.

You see, football is a team game. So is baseball, hockey, basketball, soccer, and so on.

So let's ignore everything else about the Bears performance against the Eagles and put it all on Cody Parkey.

The same happened with Bill Buckner. Scott Norwood. Patrick Stefan, Mike Torres, Tony Romo, Leon "Bull" Durham, Joe Pisarcik, Jackie Smith, Steve Smith (hockey), Ernest Byner, Chris Webber, Andres Escobar, Fred Snodgrass, Fred Merkle, and Ralph Branca. (have fun on Google with some of these!).

Among many others.

Just think about Buckner. He's out there on bad knees. He has a defensive replacement waiting to replace him, but his manager leaves Buckner in. Yet that doesn't even slightly tell the story of Mookie Wilson's "little roller up along first" that got "BEHIND THE BAG!" (Vin Scully, of course).

We could start with Roger Clemens leaving after seven innings. We could hand some blame to Calvin Schiraldi (actually, a lot of blame to him). Then there's dynamic duo of Bob Stanley and Rich Gedman, and the wild pitch that allowed the tying run to score.

But yes, let's blame Bill Bucker, who hit .311 with 18 HRs and 102 RBIs in 1986.

Let's run Bill Buckner out of Boston. Which he was, for a time.

Thankfully Twitter wasn't around for most of those events, or Steve Bartman, who was wrongly blamed for a human reaction -- reaching for a foul ball.

But Twitter is around for Cody Parkey, and Wikipedia is easy to edit.

(Please excuse language below)

And then these delights, courtesy of Fanbuzz.com (again, please excuse language):

Yup, because Code Parkey, 26, wanted to miss.

He wanted to piss Chicago off.

Get a grip, folks.

There's blame to go around.

Sunday Thoughts

Another day of watching mediocre football, so...

- I appeared on Hudson Valley Sports Talk this morning on the Real Country combo (including WBNR and WLNA). Thanks to the guys for having me on, and to #YourBoyTrav Travis Jackson (Five Minute Major) for inviting me. I was able to catch up with my old friend Jay Verzi, who was there to keep the show sounding good. This is why you keep your connections, and networking is the most important thing. Never know what doors will open (or reopen).

I enjoy getting to see other programs in action. Carl, Tony, and Carl have the feeling of "controlled chaos" that I've had on every show I've done since 1998. It was fun and they were gracious hosts.

- On a completely different topic, there's literally nothing good to say about R. Kelly. If you've read about the documentary "Surviving R. Kelly," then you know what I mean. This is actually a deeply disturbing story.

Never mind the simplistic idea of respect for women (and all people, silly me). But these stories are disgusting.

- I'd talk politics. But nah.

- Back to happy stuff (like sports), I was sad to discover the MLK Jr Basketball Classic, played at Webster Bank Arena in Bridgeport, is off the schedule this year. I had the pleasure of broadcasting it a few times and thought it was a great day for basketball fans in Connecticut.

I've heard various reasons about it (socioeconomic and so on). I've heard the people who wanted it are gone. Whatever the case, days like that are good. In my naive view, I'd love to see a big sponsor step in to support the day, make ticket prices super low, and involve a broadcaster (oh, hi, that's me). More sports should do it. There are hockey tourneys everywhere. Make one happen at Webster Bank Arena. A baseball day at Cubeta Stadium in Stamford would be fun also.

In football, while such a thing is harder, there is the 7-on-7 tournament in New Canaan. I've been to that a few times and it was great fun to watch.

- The FCIAC playoff schedule is out, with some new (or just different) facilities in the mix for hosting. The boys hockey championship will be at Dorothy Hamill Rink in Greenwich, while the girls will be at the Darien Ice House (Rink). Trumbull is the host for girls basketball, while Wilton will again host the boys. There are all kinds of moves going on. Interesting stuff. I hope I'm heavily involved.

Most curious to me is the disappearance of Terry Conners Rink as the home of the FCIAC Championship games in hockey. I'm sure it's business.

There's stuff I don't understand, and so I put my trust in Dave Schultz and the FCIAC braintrust.

- There will be more details to come, but it looks like Mick McGowan and I will lead the way for the 2019 Connecticut girls hockey championship broadcast, as we did in 2018 (with Shawn Sailer). I'm guessing the game will be on March 10, but again, details to follow.

- As we've made it January 6, just a note of support for John Nash, as he started this ball rolling on his Project 365, and thus encouraged me to do a post every day as well (we're on day 8, actually). Here's his latest, and I actually love the idea in this one. I might have to try that one.

No Stress

The view of the #OriginalTB12 (Terry Bradshaw) from my comfy chair.

I'm watching the NFL playoffs, and I'm relaxed.

Oh sure, I wish the Pittsburgh Steelers were in it but, to be honest, they didn't deserve it, and they had no realistic chance of making the Super Bowl.

I'm an all-or-nothing type of guy. Don't get me wrong. I want the team I root for the in the playoffs, I don't want them in the Super Bowl only to watch them lose (Supes XXX and XLV still haunt me). The same goes for the World Series. Each Yankees' World Series loss in my lifetime (1976, 1981, 2001, and 2003) gnaws at me.

Then there are the playoff losses (1995 and, yes, 2004 particularly come to mind).

So knowing the Steelers are a dysfunctional mess, I'm content to watch this otherwise bland Colts/Texans tilt that is barely starting to be a bit more interesting.

It's hard to imagine that the Pittsburgh Steelers are indeed a dysfunctional nightmare, but here we are. I suppose it happens to the best of them.

For the record, yes, Mike Tomlin is on the hot seat. The team that hasn't fired a coach since Bill Austin after the 1968 season might have to do the slightly unthinkable.

Then there's Antonio Brown. For the love of Lance Alworth, what is it about wide receivers?

I'm getting sidetracked.

Anyway, there is something to be said about your team being out of contention. While that drives many fans away from their sets (and certainly not my preference), it's nice to not have that worry. In my case, I get to watch the game as a largely-unbiased observer.

I have no dog in the fight, and overall, I don't care who wins the Super Bowl.

OK, nobody wants the Cowboys or Patriots to win, but beyond that.

Oh yeah, and the Ravens. A Steelers fan can't want that.

Oh and the Seahawks. They're still whining about Super Bowl XL (get over it).

And the Colts just beat the Texans. So that's that.

Anyway, I'm chilling in the chair that my niece gave me (she got a new one, so I'll take it) and enjoying the evening.

My blood pressure is fine.

Radio Interview This Sunday

Greenwich and Darien shake hands following the Winter Classic on 12/29/18.

Roughly a week ago, my friend Travis Jackson (aka Five Minute Major on Twitter/Instagram) asked if I would join him for a radio interview on a show in the Hudson Valley.

Who? Me? Radio interview? Sure!

So this is going to happen:

I'm super excited to appear with my man, @double5 on the inaugural episode for 2019 of "Hudson Valley Sports Talk" with host, Carl Garofalo Jr.! The show will air live on "Real Country" beginning at 10:00 a.m. on Sunday, January 6th! #HVpucks
https://t.co/yqatZfSzHf pic.twitter.com/2HNPrPjnXj

— Five Minute Major™ (@travjax71) January 4, 2019

The show will air on WGHQ 920 AM and W22CR 92.5 FM in Kingston, WBNR 1260 AM in Beacon, WLNA 1420 AM in Peekskill.

You can also find it on TuneIn Radio and at Real Country.

Does any of this sound familiar?

What's currently known as "Real Country" was once called "The Sound of the Valley" and "Hudson Valley Talk Radio." It was also the home of the Hudson Valley Renegades, Mount Saint Mary College basketball, and a talk show called "The Tailgaters."

If you're new, or don't remember, I joined the group (owned by Pamal) in 2001 when I asked if they wanted help with Renegades broadcasts. I soon became one of their board operators (I prefer the term "studio host") and joined my friend Sean Ford for Gades games at Dutchess Stadium. This continued on and off through 2017 (the Gades have since shifted to being online only).

They also handed Sean and I a unique opportunity in 2008 when I not only ran the board but served as color commentator from the studio (nope, not kidding). On other nights, I went to the ballpark with Sean. In the process, we created a talk show called "The Tailgaters."

That was also the year of the game broadcast at Fenway Park. A treasured time for sure. I also went to Lowell (along with Harold), as well as Brooklyn, Aberdeen, and Oneonta. Good times. I'd eventually add in Troy (Tri-City) and Staten Island as well. I miss that.

Finally, I was given the chance to be the first play-by-play voice in the history of Mount Saint Mary College for the 2009-2010 season. I called a bunch of games in both men's and women's basketball, often with my Sean (then nearly eight-years-old) in tow, working with the great Christine Baker, as well as John Spang (who always wanted to do basketball) and Chris Kaelin.

So it will be fun to walk back into the studios of the Broadcast Center Sunday morning to see not only Real Country, but WHUD, K-104, and WBPM.

I have no idea how much I'll actually be on "Hudson Valley Sports Talk," but I'm looking forward to it.

Lists: The Robcasting Top 10

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Everyone does a ranking.

Top 10 this or that. Best of and so on.

It's a majestically-flawed operation, to be sure. One opinion versus another.

A few days ago, I noticed Fairfield Ludlowe's Falcon Sports Network (aka Aiden Blanc) did a top ten list of games for 2018. Politely, I said I disagreed with one of the choices (one that I called, to be fair). To rank a dramatic overtime basketball game at number nine while posting a regular season football game at number one just didn't quite hold for me.

But, again, opinions. If you're going to join the ranks of the media (a la the troops at WWPT Radio at Staples High School), then you've got to be ready to defend those opinions.

Alas.

As for me, I love reading rankings. Then I love running them through my brain to see where they sit.

So let's do the Top 10 Robcasting Moments/Games (nearly all games ran on Robcasting, even if the main outlet was WGCH, Local Live, or elsewhere so that I could have a backup).

Honorable mentions: Too many to mention. Watching Cornelius Johnson's brilliance. Watching Gavin Muir, Jack Feda, Mozi Bici and company from week to week. Reuniting with my high school for hockey (and reuniting with Harold for the hockey broadcasts). Calling the MLK Holiday Classic in Webster Bank Arena with Shawn Sailer. Calling Gilbert/Nonnewaug baseball at Municipal Stadium in Waterbury with Tim Parry. Calling the FCIAC Championship in boys soccer. The state hockey championship between Greenwich and Fairfield Prep. Building myriad relationships with King School, Greens Farms Academy and more.

I'm trying to work everyone in. I can't.

10) Hockey: Girls Winter Classic, New Canaan at Greenwich (12/29/18).  I know the boys game later on had the bigger crowd, under the lights, and I suppose we could put both games here. But the girls game was my first outdoor hockey broadcast. Watching Jennifer Kelly score right below my broadcast perch was really...er...cool. So we can make both games number 10.

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 9) Lacrosse: Hill Academy at Brunswick (4/25/18). The Bruins won. It was decisive. For a stretch, they were in the conversation for the best team in the country (and, I suppose, the world, since Hill is from Canada). It was a great night for lacrosse in the tri-state area.

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8) Hockey: The Gunnery at Brunswick (2/9/18). This one is personal. Mike Richter -- yes, his name is on the Stanley Cup and his number hangs in the rafters at Madison Square Garden -- was my analyst. Brunswick won, and Mike had a rooting interest, but for one day, he was my partner. It attracted a different audience. It was a blast. Once my nerves settled down.

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7) Hockey: Darien vs. Suffield co-op (CHSGHS Girls Ice Hockey Championship, 3/11/18). Mick McGowan joined me, so having a friend made it fun. Shawn Sailer was there also. We had the privilege of being the exclusive live voice of the state championship. Darien won. Girls hockey continues to win.

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6) Baseball: Hopkins @Brunswick (5/21/18). I was partnered with Jim Walsh, whom I'd never met before. No pressure. The Bruins held on and Trystan Sarcone pitched his tail off. The joy of baseball.


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5) Baseball: Newtown @ Trumbull (7/12/18). This belongs to Mike Buswell, coach of Trumbull, who asked me to come do the games. Sometimes, one just needs to be wanted. So I did them, and had a ball, practically living at Unity Park, between the Babe Ruth and Little League games I did there. Each game was a blast, including the Darien/Trumbull game a few nights earlier. In this case, it took a walkoff to send Trumbull to the regional tourney in Norwalk (and a call that evoked 1959's "We Go to Chicago," as said by Vin Scully). It was very pure baseball.

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4) Baseball: Keene, NH @ Norwalk (Babe Ruth New England Regional Championship, 7/25/18). After a crazy stretch of game...after game...of Babe Ruth and Little League baseball, it came down to Keene and Norwalk. All of the fans at that event were awesome. I have a sign hanging at home that was a gift from Keene. Other teams gave me hats. I got soaking wet and sunburned and burned out and possibly damaged my right leg from standing, and I. Loved. All. Of. It. But how it ended was unfortunate and bizarre. I felt for Keene. I was happy for Norwalk. I was baffled by it all.

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3) Basketball: Fairfield Ludlowe @ Fairfield Prep (Holiday Classic, 12/27/18). You didn't have to be there to get it. Prep built up a big lead before halftime. Prep scored zero in the third quarter. The teams went back and forth. It took free throws in OT. I was exhausted, and didn't leave Alumni Hall for over an hour after the game ended.

(I realize this isn't a Ludlowe highlight, but this Jack Scholl bucket brought the place to its feet)
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2) Hockey: East Coast Selects vs. Russ Moscow Hockey (World Selects U15 Invitational Final, 5/6/18). How can I put this succinctly? East Coast Selects won a WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. The winning goal (sans my play-by-play) made SportsCenter as a Top 10 (not the only time that happened in 2018). Again, I broadcast a world championship. That magnitude of that is overwhelming.

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1) Football: Greenwich vs. New Canaan (12/8/18). The empire is back. In his fourth year, John Marinelli has brought the Cardinals back to being the target. They're now the program that others want to be, and I saw every play of it. December 8 was a coronation, featuring show-stopping gadget plays (and thus AJ Barber's one-handed catch and throw made SportsCenter). On the field, before and after the game, it was clear that Greenwich was back, bursting with pride. Generations held each other in a town-wide hug.

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OK, so now it's your turn. Bring it. It's what's fun about doing this, and the truth is, if I decide I was wrong or missed something, I'll update this post.

UPDATE: 1/3 (4:36 pm): I've added individual calls from each of the games, and I wanted to point out a few facts about my archive. I'm also pleased to have people listen to games after the fact, and download them.

- To stream the games, please visit my Mixcloud page at https://www.mixcloud.com/robcasting-radio/
- To download them (or stream them), please visit my Archive page at https://archive.org/details/@double5
- To hear some of the calls that I've chosen to to highlight, visit my Chirbit page at https://www.chirbit.com/double5

January 2 and Doctor Who (That Rhymes!)

The tree is out in the trash...if you decorated.

The second day of the year always brings out the snark in me.

Where's Seacrest? Where's Carson Daly? Where are the all of the other "B" level entertainers?

It just plays into my common sense way of "any day can be a fresh start." Why does January 1 have to make or break a year?

Answer: it doesn't.

So we're back at it today. Life is back to "normal."

Thankfully.

*****
Last night was the final Doctor Who episode until 2020. Who knew that I would embrace this show like this?

A father, that's who. See, when you're not sure what you have in common with your son, you try different things to create a bond. My dad was never the sports fan that I was, but I knew he watched a little more (especially the Yankees) to keep in touch with me.

Same with his love on MTV. Yes, you read that correctly. It allowed my then over-50 father to stay somewhat "cool."

I came to love Doctor Who more than ever thanks to Sean. It's what you do when you're a dad.

As for the just-completed season, the overall review is "meh." Some stories have been average. A few have been quite good.

What has been extraordinary (something Sean and I agree on) is the performance and chemistry of the main cast, led by Jodie Whittaker as the thirteenth time lord. Sean was not a fan of the announcement when it was first made, not for the gender-driven reasons that people thought (and I took a load of crap for expressing his concerns), but because of his own knowledge of the role. I kept preaching that the writing would be so important, and Whittaker would then need to flourish.

She did better than that, in our opinion. She had the quirks, the sense of humor, the rapid-fire patter, and the "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey" touches that The Doctor needs. The character eventually focused less on being "she," and more on simply being The Doctor.

While it was initially said that viewers wouldn't see the classic monsters and villains, as opposed to new ones like T'zim-Sha (whom The Doctor called "Tim Shaw" to humorous effect), it was a relief to see the return of the Dalek in the January 1 finale.

Side note: put the show back on Christmas night. Having a show on New Year's Day really didn't change the impact. The story could have easily been built into a Christmas arc, but what do I know?

The companions each brought a certain charm as well, but they haven't really been flushed out. Yas and Ryan (played by Mandip Gill and Tosin Cole) are both, at best, still thin. Graham (Bradley Walsh) has shown the most depth (I'm trying to give nothing away in the hope you'll watch for  yourself). This is a solid take on the companions (courtesy Vulture).

With the next batch of episodes not due until 2020, I look forward to seeing if showrunner Chris Chibnall takes the show in the right direction.

Well then, I didn't expect to dive into the Whovian universe, but there you are.

Allons-y.

Highlights of 2018

The setup at Cardinal Stadium before the Class LL quarterfinal versus New Britain, Nov 27, 2018

I put together a "best of" show for 2018 on Doubleheader that ran yesterday. I included three impactful interviews and added a highlight reel at the end.

The highlights are in no way complete. I didn't include the world championship goal of the World Selects hockey tournament, and time restraints kept me from finding a suitable lacrosse moment. I also didn't include much of the work of any of my great analysts. I wasn't trying to be selfish, but again time was an issue, as I had roughly four minutes to get in a year of work.

Here's that hockey call

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As for the rest of the highlight reel, here it is.

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Here's the full show from yesterday: