which, of course is what people from Massachusetts lovingly refer to themselves.
when i was doing the baseball blog, my favorite blog was “the bambino’s curse”, not just for the beautiful design and heartbreakingly true title, but because of the sharp writing and indepth daily coverage of home team, the red sox, who haven’t won a world series since it traded babe ruth nearly 100 years ago.
only my beloved Cubs have experienced a longer drought of futility.
regardless, i was thrilled to ever get recognized on such a classy blog and today i was honored once again with a mention. thanks, bro.
to close out the trilogy of posts about harry caray and bob costas, let me pull this recent comment posted by a reader of my blog which i present to you in it’s entirety. for the record, i love comments, not because they stroke my ego, but also for when they add to the discussion. like so:
Harry Caray, (born Carabina) actually was from the south side of STL, near the brewery. Used to take the streetcar to old sportsman’s park (pre Busch stadium) to watch the birds play. As I heard the story, one day he walked into the office of the KMOX radio GM and said he was a sportscaster and could announce the games better than the current guy, was hired on the spot, and the rest is history. KMOX was heard from the rockies to the Atlantic. He loved the game and didn’t mind ragging on the players when they were dogging it. I’ve heard stories of when Harry and Jack Buck [pictured] (who Harry trained) were doing the games, they would go into a tavern after the game, Harry would pour down the Budweisers and have a great time while Jack would sip a scotch and soda quietly.
The greatest interview I remember was the day after he got fired from doing the games he appeared on KSD (now KSDK) TV for an interview, obviously feeling no pain and holding in plain sight of the camera a can of Falstaff (then AB’s biggest competitor) . He later said he regretted that incident, but I loved it.
On the story of him boffing Auggie’s wife, he said “Me a fat balding middle aged man accused of sleeping with the beautiful young wife of a millionaire, I was flattered, but it didn’t happen.” Harry always was a gentleman, died while taking his wife out to eat on Valentine’s day.
Costas, on the other hand is a wannabe tool.