Saturday, July 13, 2013

2001: A Blog Odyssey

H.A.L.  You knew that, right?
Yeah, I know.  This is post 2001.  So I went "Kubrick" on you, in a reference to his classic movie, 2001: A Space Odyssey.

That's one of those movies that, if anybody would, you know, like to explain it to me, that would be great.  MmmmK?

Anyway, one of the "Easter eggs" one can do with Siri on an iPhone of iPad is to tell her to "open the pod bay doors" and see what she says.

(Yes, that's from 2001: A Space Odyssey.  I guarantee there are people who don't get that reference)

So with Sean sitting next to me, I asked Siri, and got her to say "I'm afraid I can't do that" and other things.  I felt I must show the original to Sean.

That was the point of this post.  From the movie:

2000

This is the 2000th post in Exit 55's history.  Hardly a momentous occasion, but it allows me to post this sweet picture of Lou Gehrig.

Thanks for reading - almost seven years of inane thoughts, opinions, and commentary.  It's been fun.

That's all.  I'm not in favor of stopping a game for some ceremony.  So consider this a tip of the hat.

That Stupid Band Name

The name is dumb? Well the music isn't.
I recently read an article about the dumbest/worst band names on Rolling Stone. The writer suggested names, then let readers vote on them.

One of his suggestions?  The Beatles.

The.  Yup.  Beatles.

Depending on whose version you believe of events, I suppose it's possible.  There's John's "Flaming Pie" version, in which he said "I had a vision when I was twelve, and I saw a man on a flaming pie, and he said "You are Beatles with an 'a'," and we are." Other version involved Stu Sucliffe, Marlon Brando and the movie The Wild One.

Then there's the most simplistic one, in which the lads pronounced their love for Buddy Holly (whose backup band was, in case you didn't know, The Crickets*) and named themselves "The Beetles" or "Silver Beetles" as a play on the "bug" concept.  But, you know, they keep the beat, so let's go with Beatles, no?

*It's sad that I have to explain who The Crickets are or, worse, who Buddy Holly was.  We need music history education in this country!

Look, I have a pronounced love for a band that started life as Huey Lewis and the American Express before corporate fear scratched the credit card in exchange for "The News." Cut me some slack here, shall we?

And at least The Beatles didn't stick with The Quarrymen or Johnny and the Moon Dogs.

As for the worst/dumbest band name, the voters took The Beatles in 10th place, with Anal (I can't type the word, but it starts with "C"), Chumbawamba, Hootie and the Blowfish, and Foo Fighters up to sixth place. Nickelback came in fifth (too easy to rip them), Goo Goo Dolls, Butthole Surfers, and Hoobastank getting us up to number two.

Overwhelmingly, Limp Bizkit ruled the day.  As the writer said: "Simply put, people really, really, really hate Limp Bizkit."  Remember, they said it, not me.

While we're talking about The Beatles (the anti-Limp Bizkit, clearly), friend, and brilliant music student (as well as a great DJ) Shagger David Leib posted this video on his Facebook wall.  It's a small, but well-done collection of the differences between having the Fabs in mono and stereo.


Does this mean I now have to collect EVERYTHING in mono also, as I told myself I wouldn't have to?!?

I'm listening to "Side 2" of Abbey Road as a I am typing.  Fellow broadcaster Kenn Tomasch suggested it might be the perfect album side.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Sean and Dad, Working Together

I swear, I'm not going to post everything that Sean does for the Wilton Bulletin.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I can't make that promise.

But I am going to post this - from today's paper.  The dad (um, that's me) wrote the story.  The son (played by Sean) took the pictures.
All pictures © Sean Adams, 2013

The color shot, © Sean Adams
The story won't be on the Wilton Bulletin website until  Tuesday, but it's in the paper today.

I hope these experiences are giving him memorable things to talk about when the question "How was your summer?" comes up.  Maybe it's not as exciting as going to Splash Down or camp or whatever, but it's something that not every kid gets to do.

We already had a request in the office from someone who wanted a copy of one of Sean's pictures that he took a few weeks ago!
"Daddy, the chick looked right at me when I took it." © Sean Adams




Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Anchorman As An Atari 2600 Game!

Thank you, thank you, thank you Stuck in the 80's.

Watch and enjoy.

Memories

It was three years ago (July 8) that a "Decision" was made in Greenwich, with LeBron taking his talents to South Beach.

It was two years ago (July 9) that Derek Jeter became #DJ3K


Read my post from that here.

One was magnificent - history being made with one of the best to play the game.

One was a mess - a truly all-time great having a hiccup.  In hindsight, it's long in the past, but it was a black eye for a lot of people at the time.

Both made for stories to tell.

Thursday, July 04, 2013

The Luckiest Man


I've already written about the significance of July 4th.  It is, of course, the "nation's birthday."

In sports, it's baseball.  Sure, it's Wimbledon and others, but here, it's baseball.

On this day in 1983, Dave Righetti threw the first no-hitter by a Yankees pitcher since Don Larsen in the 1956 World Series, and the first regular season no-hitter since Allie Reynolds in 1951.

Both (Righetti and Reynolds) threw their efforts against the Red Sox.  Both required retiring the best hitter in the game for the final out (Reynolds had to get Ted Williams - not once, but twice as Yogi Berra dropped a foul ball, only to have the same thing happen.  Righetti struck out Wade Boggs.).

And while many of us remember July 4th for Righetti, we all should remember it for Henry Louis Gehrig.

Born June 19, 1903 in New York, Heinrich Ludwig Gehrig was known as "Lou" to differentiate him from his father.  Lou was the only Gehrig child to live to adulthood, as two daughters died due to whooping cough and measles, and another son died in infancy.

His mother Christina doted on him, while his father struggled to keep work. He attended Columbia University (though he did not graduate) and attracted the eye of Yankees scout Paul Krichell, much to the disdain of his mother.

Shy and very uncomfortable socially, he made it to the Yankees, debuting June 15, 1923.  He began his legendary 2130 consecutive game streak on June 1, 1925, and would not take a day off until he pulled himself out of the lineup before a game in Detroit on May 2, 1939.

Cal Ripken Jr broke Gehrig's streak in 1995.

The reason for Gehrig's departure from the lineup - and into retirement - was the diagnosis of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS).  It has since, of course, become known as Lou Gehrig's Disease.

Incidentally, an effort has been underway for some time to unseal Gehrig's medical records at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota to determine if his condition was a result of concussions and not ALS.

New York City Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia addresses the crowd at "Lou Gehrig Appreciation Day," July 4, 1939.
A tribute was planned, "Lou Gehrig Appreciation Day," at Yankee Stadium on July 4, 1939.  Between games of a doubleheader with the Washington Senators, Gehrig was honored with various trophies and gifts as his 1927 "Murderers Row" teammates gathered on the field.  For Lou, it meant a reunion with his former partner Babe Ruth, whom he had a strained relationship with.

He was presented with a trophy from the Yankees that included a poem written New York Times writer John Kiernan that said
We’ve been to the wars together;
We took our foes as they came;
And always you were the leader,
And ever you played the game.
Idol of cheering millions,
Records are yours by sheaves;
Iron of frame they hailed you
Decked you with laurel leaves.
But higher than that we hold you,
We who have known you best;
Knowing the way you came through
Every human test.
Let this be a silent token
Of lasting Friendship’s gleam,
And all that we’ve left unspoken;
Your Pals of the Yankees Team.

After all of the presentations and remarks, including those of Yankees manager Joe McCarthy, Lou was ushered, sheepishly, to the microphone.  He initially said he would address the crowd, and had prepared an outline, but now he felt he couldn't, under the strain of the emotion.

Finally, in a ballpark with over 68,000 spectators, Gehrig spoke as the place went virtually silent.

Gehrig never rehearsed his words.

There is no exact transcript of what exactly Lou said, nor is there a full broadcast or movie.  There are various versions, with Gehrig's own website giving one version, and Jonathan Eig's wonderful, must-read biography, Luckiest Man: The Life and Death of Lou Gehrig saying something else.  Marty Appel's brilliant Yankees history, Pinstripe Empire, also got in on the act.

There are parts that are completely agreed on, in part because there is video of those parts.  Gehrig said, beyond a doubt, "Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth."  It is, with respect to Jim Valvano and other great, legendary sports speeches, sports version of the Gettysburg Address.
"For the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break. Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. 
"When you look around, wouldn't you consider it a privilege to associate yourself with such fine-looking men as are standing in uniform in the ballpark today? Sure, I'm lucky. Who wouldn't consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball's greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with such a grand little fellow as Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy?  Who wouldn't feel honored to room with such a grand guy as Bill Dickey?

"When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift - that's something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies - that's something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so you can have an education and build your body - it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know.

"That I might have been given a bad break, but I've got an awful lot to live for.  Thank you."

The famous hug of Ruth to Gehrig.
Gehrig departed to a thunderous cheer and a hug from Ruth.  Although he played in New York and retired second in career home runs (493), Gehrig might be, quite bluntly, the most underappreciated athlete, perhaps ever in New York, as well as in sports. He played in the shadow of Ruth and, eventually, a hotshot youngster named Joe DiMaggio.

His uniform number 4 was retired - the first ever in sports history - on that Fourth of July in 1939.

Lou Gehrig died less than two years later, on June 2, 1941, a few weeks shy of his 39th birthday.  His remains are interred in Kensico Cemetery in Valhalla, NY.

This a Movietone news reel from 1939.


I could write so much more about Gehrig.  While it's easy to admire Ruth - and I do - I truly believe I would have been a Gehrig guy.  His humility, quiet leadership, and talent were rare.  He was Ruth without the flash.

Independence Day

July 4.

George Steinbrenner was born on this day.  So was John Sterling.

Thuuuuuuuuhhhh day?

Independence Day.  Not the Will Smith/Jeff Goldblum/Bill Pullman-as-President flick of 1996 (a somewhat entertaining sci-fi romp).

No, today is about independence.  Not a city in Missouri, but a concept (one that gave the city founders to name it that).

I often decry the notion of stores being open on holidays.  Yet it is Independence - freedom - that allows Target to say "come on in!"  It's that same thing that allows common citizens to debate freely.  To question our leaders.  To move about as we please.

Tonight, many places and neighborhoods will set off fireworks.  Please be careful if you are doing them yourselves.  Allow this 1936 newspaper clipping to serve as a reminder.
Donald Adams was born Robert Donald Adams.  He was known by both his first and middle names.  He, of course, was my father.

Anyway, we enjoy the freedom to gather and watch those fireworks tonight.  It's beginning to look like I'll be doing that, on a boat in the Hudson River in Poughkeepsie tonight.

Others will watch the spectacular put on by Macy's in New York and elsewhere around the world.

Of course there are limits to those freedoms, and others are open to interpretation.  For instance, the behavior by both sides at a school board meeting in East Ramapo (Rockland County), NY left a lot to be desired.

Still here we are - 237 years after the Declaration of Independence was ratified by the Continental Congress in Philadelphia.

And you thought Philly was only good for the Eagles, Phillies, Flyers, Hall and Oates, and Cheese Steaks. HA!

While it is tempting to play Ray Charles' "America the Beautiful" and many other patriotic tunes, what's more American than John Philip Sousa's "The Stars and Stripes Forever?"  Ladies the gentlemen, the United States Marine Corps Band.


If you also have the time, and energy, below are the words that were ratified on July 4, 1776. The signatures include many names that should be recognized: Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, and John Hancock.  Many names are notable - you know them because a park, a street, a town, or a business were named after them.

Names like William Floyd and Francis Lewis are more than a parkway or boulevard.  Richard Stockton, is not to be confused with a sports broadcaster or a New Jersey Turnpike rest area.  Samuel Adams is not just a beer or what my son was almost named.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Amen.  May God (or whoever you so choose - Babe Ruth will do) bless America on this Fourth of July, 2013.

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

The 56 signatures on the Declaration appear in the positions indicated:

Column 1
Georgia:
   Button Gwinnett
   Lyman Hall
   George Walton

Column 2
North Carolina:
   William Hooper
   Joseph Hewes
   John Penn
South Carolina:
   Edward Rutledge
   Thomas Heyward, Jr.
   Thomas Lynch, Jr.
   Arthur Middleton

Column 3
Massachusetts:
John Hancock
Maryland:
Samuel Chase
William Paca
Thomas Stone
Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Virginia:
George Wythe
Richard Henry Lee
Thomas Jefferson
Benjamin Harrison
Thomas Nelson, Jr.
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Carter Braxton

Column 4
Pennsylvania:
   Robert Morris
   Benjamin Rush
   Benjamin Franklin
   John Morton
   George Clymer
   James Smith
   George Taylor
   James Wilson
   George Ross
Delaware:
   Caesar Rodney
   George Read
   Thomas McKean

Column 5
New York:
   William Floyd
   Philip Livingston
   Francis Lewis
   Lewis Morris
New Jersey:
   Richard Stockton
   John Witherspoon
   Francis Hopkinson
   John Hart
   Abraham Clark

Column 6
New Hampshire:
   Josiah Bartlett
   William Whipple
Massachusetts:
   Samuel Adams
   John Adams
   Robert Treat Paine
   Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island:
   Stephen Hopkins
   William Ellery
Connecticut:
   Roger Sherman
   Samuel Huntington
   William Williams
   Oliver Wolcott
New Hampshire:
   Matthew Thornton

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

No Hitter

Homer Bailey celebrates after throwing a no-hitter (Photo by Joe Robbins/Getty Images)
There's something about the drama of those words: "no hitter" or, better, "perfect game" to get a fans' blood going.

It's the moment when we're reminded that baseball, in this rather desperate time for America's Pastime, still kicks ass.

A quiet, otherwise lame night got good when I was a note pop up that Reds pitcher Homer Bailey had thrown a no-hitter through eight innings against the Giants. Quickly I got the TV onto the MLB Network, where Matt Vasgersian and Sean Bailey were holding court.

I also quickly alerted friends and social media types alike.

In this era, the beauty of technology is that, with a subscription, one can watch the broadcasts of other outlets.  I decided against the Reds call to watch the Giants feed.  As Bailey completed his second career no-hitter, Vasgersian gave an excitable call, while the Giants broadcasters were respectful, deferential, but also nearly depressed.

I also heard the call of Thom Brennaman and, giving credit where it is due, it was solid.  The best of the three that I heard.

Anyway, I love no-hitters and perfecto's.  For one thing, they're rare.  There have been only 23 perfect games since 1880.  While no-hitters are much more common, they're still great fun to watch.

Suddenly, quite often, one stops rooting for their team and begins pulling for the pitcher, even if it's against them*.

*This phenomenon does not apply to me.  I was at Yankee Stadium as Bartolo Colon held the Bombers to one hit (Luis Polonia, one out, bottom of the eighth) as he struck out 13.  I also sat, sickened, in front of my TV as 31* different Astros pitchers held the Yankees hitless in 2003.  So, no, I don't root in that case.

*Slight exaggeration, of course.  It might have been five.

Oh, but I rooted tonight.  Why not? I began to get into each pitch.  Each swing brought a reaction.

I've mentioned it before, and I'll say it again.  I once attended a no-hitter, as Jim Abbott held the Indians hitless in 1993.  I stayed calm, but aware of it as I kept score.  Abbott was good through five.  Six.  Seven.  Oh damn, hitless through eight.

To the ninth.

And done.  I rarely cheered as loudly as I did at that moment - an explosion of relief, as the tension built.  I was actually hoarse.

It's rare. It's drama.  It's something no other sport can match in this regard.

It was fun to watch tonight.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

My Newspaper Head Shot

Take a look at that photo.  No, I don't think I look so great in it.  It's OK, I guess.

But it's also my new head shot, to be found on the Wilton Bulletin "about us" page.  A thumbnail-size version will run with all of my stories.

And I love it.

Huh?

Not long after I started with the paper, it was requested that I put a bio up and get a head shot as well.

Yeah, yeah.  I'll get to it.

Nobody nagged and I let it go, but the email was always there as a reminder.

Then came last Friday, when a bright young photographer, on his first assignment, was out in the field with me.  I had just finished talking with someone outside the Wilton Library when I asked the photo journalist to take my picture.  "Just get me, basically, from the head up."

The photographer, wielding a Nikon camera, was Sean Adams.

Now you can probably guess why I love it.

My bio is typical me: humorous to an extent (with nods to Paul Silverfarb, The Beatles, and Huey Lewis), and a radio mention (though I shouldn't have put "respected broadcaster."  Wow. What the hell was I thinking?).

By the way, Sean took some really nice photos.  There is a shot that he will get one of them printed in this week's Bulletin, though I'm not 100% certain.  After stopping at the library, we drove to Merwin Meadows - a small park in Wilton - and he went to work.  These are some of his better shots.






And what would this be without a picture of the photographer, who of course deserved some time on the playground?

Monday, June 24, 2013

Notes from a Thursday Morning (Published Four Days Later)

Whoa...K.  I started this on Thursday morning.  It's now Monday.  So there's that.

It's not often that I get to sit around the man cave and say "Hey! I have time for the blog!"

So take that with a grain of salt.

I'm still reeling from the passing of James Gandolfini.  He embodied an iconic character in Tony Soprano, and made it all more appealing and mysterious by rarely giving interviews.  He did, however, go on "Inside the Actors Studio"


He was only 51, and he was with his young son.  Ugh.  I have nothing more profound than that.

For those of you not on Facebook (and some of us are on it waaaaaaay too much), Sean graduated from elementary school yesterday.  His Moving Up ceremony was very nice, and I will spare you my rant on how us adults behave at these things, except to say that it's NOT about you, jagov.

I always relish any excuse to use the word "jagov."  Just I relish the opportunity to introduce the new term "erwan" into the mainstream.  Coined by Max Bearfoot, and defined by Ryan DeMaria, it means, in the short definition, "ego."  As in, Mr. Aktovious's erwan was bruised when his beloved Yankees lost to the Dodgers.

Just as with the hashtag #BeBlessed, feel free to give erwan a try.  You'll thank us later.

Anyway, it is with great pride that I present you with this video of Sean receiving his certificate yesterday.


He also won an award for perfect attendance - three straight years! He was asked to stand up (the only award winners who weren't marched up the stage...sigh...).  Sadly, this was the best my camera would give me.
I sat clear across the theater from where he was.

By the way, not to be maudlin, but thanks to those who chatted me up via social media during the ceremony, even if you didn't know it.  As I am an emotional sap, and my mind gets very deep in these moments, it was a bit of a roller coaster ride yesterday.  I hope I don't need to express how enormously proud I am of him.  I'm not sure I ever hugged him tighter than I did yesterday, in part because I couldn't speak.

Sean and his best buddy, Will.
So, yeah.  Onward.

This just in.  I love baseball.  To me, there's nothing like it, and I'll watch it at any level.

Go to a minor league game?  Done.  Happily.  From Dutchess Stadium to the Ballpark at Harbor Yard to Ripken Stadium to Damaschke Field and so on. I've broadcast in them or just sat and watched.  Sometimes I just like looking around and taking it all in.

On Saturday, I went and watched a little league game.  A bunch of 12 year-olds that I don't know, surrounded by families I don't know.  Sean played on the playground and I watched the game.

Only other person I knew: Christopher "Kato, Aktovious, Akto" Kaelin.  The home plate umpire.

We had great weather, Sean and I had dinner before the game, and on and on.  Why not go?  It was fun, and it beat sitting home and getting fatter (which is also why I hit the bike trail on Sunday, and our ride was longer than the ".25 mile" I was accused of).

So we went.  And we loved it.

I wish more people cared about baseball that way. Ratings are down.  Attendance is down.  There is zero buzz about the upcoming All-Star Game at Citi Field.

The Yankees attendance is pitiful, and yet they're still tops in the American League, and fourth overall*.

*The Dodgers are first, but, really, should it count when they're only in the stadium from the fourth-seventh innings?

The Yankees have done this to themselves.  They've built a Stadium with lots of amenities and zero charm.  Plus it's a crazy expensive ticket - they've price themselves out of the market.  They have outpriced the real fans: the likes of me who appreciated the inexpensive ticket.  And they took away the secondary market.

What was supposed to be a "throwback" to the 1923 Stadium really isn't.  It's lipstick on a pig.

What I'm saying is: shame on them.

And, oh yeah, I haven't been to a game in over a year.  That's right.

So, while I sniped at Rays broadcasters Andy Freed and Dave Wills for essentially calling Yankee Stadium "soulless," I can't totally disagree.  But don't get me wrong: I'll happily broadcast Rays/Yankees games in New York for them.  I'll spare them the trouble of being in a big league ballpark in, arguably, the greatest city in the world.

And, um, Tropicana Field isn't exactly a little slice of heaven either.

Anyway, the game has problems.  Steroids and so on.  I've heard it all.

But I still love it.  That's why you'll find me watching a little league game on a Saturday night.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

"Donnie Baseball" is Back

Take a look at that image.  Nice guy, from the looks of it.  Looks good in that classic Los Angeles Dodgers uniform.  Wearing number eight.  OK.

They say that's Don Mattingly.  He's apparently the Dodgers manager, and he's visiting Yankee Stadium tonight.

Yeah...no.

Don Mattingly wore number 23.  He was a Yankee.  Hell, for a stretch in the 1980's and early 90's, he WAS the Yankees.  He battled Dave Winfield to win the 1984 AL batting crown.  He was the Hit Man, with a cool Converse poster.
He was the 1985 AL MVP.  He was a doubles machine.  He homered in eight straight games.  He hit six grand slams in a single season.

He was, for a stretch, the best player in baseball.  He was a guy that virtually everyone liked and respected.  Kirby Puckett tagged him with the perfect nickname: "Donnie Baseball."

He made every play at first base, and along with Keith Hernandez, gave New York the best defensive first basemen we've seen.

He was on "The Simpsons."
He has a plaque in Monument Park.

He is among the most popular players to ever play in New York.

He homered in his second career playoff game, after back problems had sapped him of his power.

His career ended much too soon, short of a Hall of Fame honor.  Short - by one year - of achieving the goal of playing in, and winning, a World Series.

We love him and we'll cheer his appearances at the Stadium over the next two nights.

But oh no.  That guy in the Dodgers uniform might be Don Mattingly, but this is our Donnie Baseball.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Bluefish Baseball on WGCH Tonight

That's the Ballpark at Harbor Yard in Bridgeport, CT in the photo above, taken by me a few minutes ago.  It's the home of the Bridgeport Bluefish.  Webster Bank Arena is beyond the left-center field fence.  The last time I broadcast a game from here was in 2004 - when Greenwich High beat Fairfield for the FCIAC Championship.

We called games from here for the Bridgeport Bluefish on WGCH in 2002.  We even threw out the first pitch one night in August.


That, by the way, was the first baseball game Sean ever went to.  He wasn't even six months old yet.

Anyway, tonight, for the first time in a long time, I'll be in the booth calling the Bluefish on WGCH.  RJ Garcea will guide us and I'll do, well, whatever.

First pitch is just after 7:00.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Counting Down

I noticed that we're 13 posts away from 2000.

Well, make that 12 now.

Hmmm.  12.  Twelve...
OK, then.

That is all.

Nothing more to see here.  Move along.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

From the Past

Sean's mother told me that my almost-sixth grader (and, hence MIDDLE SCHOOL STUDENT) had something to give me.

"An old magazine," she emailed.

I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't press.

I reminded Sean when I picked him up at school, and when we got home, he presented me with a plastic baggie that had a memory inside.

A 1983 New York Yankees scorebook and souvenir program. Price? One dollar.  Not what they rip you off for now.

The cover featured cartoons of four different players.  I scribbled above each one: Nettles, Murcer, Winfield (despite the guy being white), and Gossage, Guidry, or Righetti (despite the pitcher being a righty, and only the Goose was right handed among the three).

Housed in those 83 pages were ads for Marlboro, Pepsi, Kick 106.7 (a country music station), Xerox, Kool Lights, Real Sports from Atari, and a Bob Uecker "Mr. Baseball" Miller Lite ad, among others.

A list of visiting stars coming to the Stadium in '83 included Eddie Murray, Yaz, Pudge Fisk, George effing Brett, Robin Young, Rickey Henderson, and Gaylord Perry (cheater).  Hall of Famers all.  The others were familiar names: Andre Thornton, Kirk Gibson, Kent Hrbrek and Buddy Bell.

And Damaso Garcia.  Who, er, doesn't quite fit here.

There was the "The Almost Impossible Yankee Trivia Crossword No. 2" filled in by me.

There was the page of "Yankees on the Air," with pictures of Phil Rizzuto, Frank Messer, Bill White, John Gordon, Mel Allen and Fran Healy.

One name was missing from that list of '83 broadcasters, because they went to print before he joined the booth.

You probably guessed it: Bobby Ray Murcer, who retired in May of that year.

There were articles about an ultimate Yankees all-star game (fantasy baseball style) and another return of Billy Martin.

And on the front cover of the program, scribbled in my '80s penmanship, was the give away: "Bobby Murcer Day, August 7, 1983."

Wow.

I did scan one page - the scorecard.  I kept score as the Yankees fell to the Tigers, 8-5.  Steve Kemp homered for the Bombers, while Jerry Mumphrey, Andre Robertson, and some outfielder named Don Mattingly had two hits each.  Dave Winfield went 0-for-2 before being replaced by Ken Griffey...Senior.

Matt Keough was gone after two innings, allowing four earned runs.  He took the loss.  Dan Petry won for the Tigers to improve to 12-7.  A crowd of 45,110 made the daunting trek to the big ballpark.

Sad.  By the late 90's, that number would have been 55,000.  Guaranteed.

Bobby Ray was beloved, and 45,000 was a good crowd for an August game in the 80's.

Anyway, Sean said his Aunt Lauren and Uncle Anthony were the ones who sent it to his mother, who passed it onto me.  However it happened, I'm very thankful.  I recall the day quite well, going with my cousin Ron and his son (my partner-in-crime) Kris, as well as my sister, Laura.  We rode down in Laura's big blue Chevy.  The window-washers were very prevalent as we moved along Jerome Ave.

UPDATE: Sean's grandmother confirmed that it actually came from Sean's Uncle Michael, who lives in Washington State.  Thanks Michael! (And Gretchen, Eleanor and George!)

We sat in left field.

Time moves on.

Click the picture to make it larger.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Read This

Daniel Barden was seven on the morning of December 14, 2012.  He attended Sandy Hook Elementary School.
On occasion, I've been known to point you in the direction of things that are worthy of your time.

This is another one.

Jeff Pearlman gets the hat tip for recommending this on his blog.  It is wonderful writing by Eli Salow in the Washington Post on the saddest of topics.

Newtown.

You will likely cry, or at least tear up.  You will likely feel anger.  You will probably find a little nugget to smile at.

You will think.

You will want to stop what you're doing, and hug your own child.

It brings back the horror of the day.  The sadness.  The anger.

It's been just about six months.  I know I write this roughly 20 minutes from where it took place, but that should be irrelevant.  This was not about a region or a community.  Sure, it enveloped a town.  It defined them.  It turned them into a proper noun.

But.

This was something that the world felt.  And we all should.

Kids.

Children.

It's just not right.

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Joyous! The 2013 Greenwich Football Schedle is Out!


Let's start with the basics.  The Greenwich spring football game, known as "The Red and White Game" is scheduled for Saturday, June 15th at 10:00 AM.

(By the way, peeps, why do I have to dig for this stuff?  Can we show a wee bit of love to the radio guy?)

I have no word as to if we will broadcast it on WGCH, but I will let you know if it comes to be.

UPDATE: No.  That is all.

Now, for the main event: the 2014 schedule, taken straight from the CIAC website!

Thursday, September 12 - 6:00 - West Haven at Greenwich
Saturday, September 21 - 1:30 - Greenwich at Darien
Friday, September 27 - 7:00 - New Canaan at Greenwich
Saturday, October 5 - 2:00 - Greenwich at Trinity Catholic
Friday, October 11 - 7:00 - Norwalk at Greenwich
Friday, October 18 - 7:00 - Greenwich at Trumbull
Saturday, October 26 - 3:00 - Fairfield Warde at Greenwich
Friday, November 1 - 7:00 - Greenwich at Bridgeport Central
Friday, November 8 - 7:00 - Westhill at Greenwich
Friday, November 15 - 6:00 - Greenwich at Danbury
Thursday, November 28 - 10:00 - Greenwich at Staples (Thanksgiving)

OK, a few thoughts.  Off the top, GHS takes on West Haven in the FCIAC/SCC matchup.  Of course, this is a rematch of the 2002 Class LL title game.  The Cards lost that one in rather controversial fashion.

Then it's onto Darien.  Nice place, but from a broadcasting perspective, well, I've railed against it before. The booth is too small, the cell service is bad and so on.  So...expect to see us on the plaza outside of the booth.  Neither the team or I have fond memories of our last visit to Darien.

New Canaan.  What else is there to say?  Maybe MSG Varsity will bring their helicopter again?

Then to Trinity Catholic, a place that Greenwich hasn't visited since 2004.  The grass football field, no lights, old press box.  It's been a while.  That should be fun, as Donny Panapada coaches against his old friend Rich Albonizio.

Norwalk comes calling before we make the trek to Trumbull.  That's another place that can be troublesome for cell service.  That's one of a few long trips for Cardinals fans also.  I expect the Eagles to be good this year.  In fact, this schedule has a few tough games for Big Red.

The game against Fairfield Warde is most likely Homecoming.  Three o'clock is a late start, but we should be able to keep daylight (or turn the lights on at Cardinal Stadium).

Another long drive to Central follows.  Kennedy Stadium is long in the tooth but I tend to enjoy my trips there.  Then comes the trip to Danbury.  Assuming I'm still working in Ridgefield by then, this will be my shortest commute.  The people inside Crotty Stadium can be some of the friendliest in the FCIAC.  They've always been very nice to us.

Lastly, Staples.  As with New Canaan, what else is there to say?  Look for us outside of the booth and hope for the best (weather permitting).

I'm not looking to rush the summer along at all, but oh boy.  Let's get it on!

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Long Overdue: Steve Young to Appear on "The Press Box"

The guy who threw six touchdowns in Super Bowl XXIX also went to Greenwich High School.
It's with great pride that I can tell you that Steve Young, the MVP of Super Bowl XXIX, will be on "The Press Box" next Monday night, beginning at 7:00.  Steve has agreed to visit with us, via phone, for at least a half hour.

I last saw him about a decade ago when he was an honoree at the Greenwich Old Timer's Athletic Association Dinner.  I've interviewed him before and he is a good guy to talk to.

Young graduated from Greenwich High School before moving onto BYU, the LA Express, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and, finally, the San Francisco 49ers where he supplanted Joe Montana in one of the great quarterback debates.

Steve has been named to the first-ever class of the Greenwich High School Sports Hall of Fame.  Olympic hockey star Sue Merz and baseball player and official Zeke Bella are the other honorees.  They will officially be inducted at a banquet later in 2013.

We will have a fun and far-reaching interview with the NFL Hall of Famer.

Monday, June 03, 2013

At the FDR Memorial

Lisa and I stumbled on a parking spot near the overwrought Franklin Delano Roosevelt memorial in Washington yesterday.

The memorials is a large display of images and statues and fountains from FDR's four terms in office.  Among the big payoff is a statue of the President with his famed dog, Falla, next to him.  Lisa had me pose for a picture next to the dog when I took off my Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel hat and put it on the dog.  We laughed.

A young boy sat down next to the dog statue after me, and must have thought the hat was a funny idea.  He put his Baltimore Orioles cap on it.  I told him if he left it on, I'd take a picture of it.

So I did.
I never did get his name.  But it was funny.

Back to Reality

Lisa and I at dinner, May 30, 2013.  Photo taken by Sofia Jackson.
Greetings from Ridgefield, CT.  I'm writing to you from my desk in the Wilton Bulletin newsroom.

I planned to write more during my recently complete vacation but, well, sometimes the best laid plans don't come to be.

There are pictures to publish - 500 or so.  There are stories to tell.  I, apparently, will be working alone on tonight's "Press Box" if I decide to tell any.

To be concise, Lisa and I roared from New York to Virginia Beach on the Saturday before Memorial Day.  We spent the bulk of our trip on the beach outside of Ocean Beach Club, where we stayed.  We ate, we laughed, we indulged.  We enjoyed the pleasure of the company of Jo and Roger*, Lisa's fantastic parents.  Of Gina (Lisa's sister), Scott (Gina's husband and the only other SPORTS FAN in the group) and Sofia (their daughter, who enjoyed pitching softballs to me and hearing wacky New York accents, as well as singing the theme to "Hawaii Five-O" as we dodged waves in the Atlantic).  We hung with Missy (Roger's daughter) and her boyfriend Jeremy, straight off the fields of Kentucky.

Thanks to Sofia, I earned the nickname "Pickle," because I told her that, in Noo Yawk, you get a Pickle with your "samwich."  You're probably having cawned beef or pastrawmi.  But you have to POP the "P" in "Pickle."

So...RESPECT THE PICKLE.

* Thanks a thousand times to Lisa, who informed Roger that I had developed an impression of him.  Nothing like driving the ol' Greyhound over me.  Thanks also to Roger for being a good sport about it.  Yup, yup.

I spent more time on the beach than I ever have.  I loved watching Lisa spend such important time with these people.  Time, of course, is so precious.

I lamented that Sean wasn't there to enjoy it.

We celebrated Jo and Roger's 25th wedding anniversary and Scott and Gina's 10th, and Lisa's birthday, and Gina's birthday, and Roger's birthday and various and sundry other events.  For reasons known to them, the honor of giving the toast was given to one of the new people around the table: me.  I was touched and terrified.

It was difficult to say goodbye to all of them.

I got to eat Krispy Kreme and Waffle House and Wawa.  And I loved it.  Then I walked it all off.

We paid $95 for pizza and a few beverages.  Yes, you read that correctly.

We got a surprise visit from Cousin Kris and wife Lori (even though she likes Lisa better than she likes me).

We drove through Richmond, and you probably know how I feel about that place.  We couldn't quite time out a chance to say hello to Jon and the family, but promised we would figure out a return trip.  Just doing a drive through made me smile and wistful.

We rocked Washington for two days, and my feet hurt enough that I'm happy to be sitting at a desk today.

We walked the US Holocaust Museum.  It's stunning, really. Amazing how powerful it is.

We hit the monuments - Lincoln, Jefferson, FDR, MLK, Iwo Jima, Vietnam, Korea.  And Arlington Cemetery makes you feel proud of this great country, and humbled by the many people who gave so much to protect and defend it.

We grumbled at how people often lack respect, such as in the Holocaust Museum or at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

We walked hot streets and stayed in the Westin in Arlington, at a very reasonable price.

We bought a few souvenirs, and packed up to go home.

We drove through the rain, sat in traffic on the Beltway (don't ask which Beltway), ate dinner in Maryland, buzzed through Baltimore, popped into Philadelphia, hydroplaned on the New Jersey Turnpike, just missed an accident near the Meadowlands, and got Lisa home.

She took her stuff out of the rental car, and sent me on my way (sadly).

I pulled into my humble abode around 2:45.

AM.

And went to bed at four.

And now I'm sitting here, trying to stay awake, as I type.

I need a coffee.  Too bad the nearest Wawa is too far away.