A Mashup on Your Radio
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Yesterday afternoon, Michele
and I went to my sister’s, a good half-hour drive from us. A Sunday afternoon in January, it was NFL
playoff time. I’d forgotten how good
sports can sound on the radio.
The Jaguars and
Steelers were trading touchdowns on the way there, while Drew Brees was
throwing interceptions on the way back.
I got back home to see Case Keenum hit Stefon Diggs with pretty much of
a Hail-Mary pass of 61 yards to win the game with no time left on the clock. Whoa, Nellie!
But Keith Jackson did television, right?
I bet he grew up listening to football on the radio, though.
A very long time ago
when I was dumber than I am now, I was driving with a friend through a mountain
range out West, at night. An Oakland A’s
game faded in and out, depending on the curve and elevation of the road. A few inches too far to the left or the
right, and that game could’ve been the last thing we ever heard in our
lives. Instead, some forty years later,
I’m driving along the Stevenson Expressway listening to an announcer describing
cold, snowy, foggy Minneapolis-St. Paul.
Oh, my.
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