“Nice guys finish first. If you don’t know that, then you don’t know where the finish line is.”
– Garry Shandling
I remember fondly listening to radio broadcasts of the Twins with my grandfather. We would sit outside enjoying the perfection of a northern Minnesota summer as Herb Carneal would call the game over the pint-size transistor connection to Metropolitan Stadium. That summer, Rod Carew was flirting to hit 400 and Herb’s color commentary were my stories.
Baseball’s broadcast cathedral was NBC’s Game of the Week with Joe Garagiola (a last name I could never correctly pronounce) calling play-by-play with a playful style that was emblematic of the game. That’s the year baseball hooked me good. RIP Joe.
“Baseball is drama with an endless run and an ever-changing cast.”
– Joe Garagiola
If Walt Whitman were a Greeting Card Writer
O Valentine! My Valentine!
Your face is everywhere;
I see it in the dead leaves;
I see it in the toadstools in the wood;
I see it in the lake scum and the swamp moss;
But I do not see it in the peat bogs;
You are the bullfrog croaking and the jackal
howling and the buzzard screaming,
And occasionally the gopher thinking;
My heart is nature’s toothpaste tube, and
you are the force eternal that squeezes
out the final, itsy-bitsy sweetness;
O me! O you!