“Encore, Encore!”

I had the pleasure of hearing an excerpt from my most recent blog post featured on-air on CBC Radio 2 this past weekend.

Apparently, hosts of the weekly program “In Tune” discovered my blog in the Internet universe and found it interesting enough to mention on-air during the hour-long show.

Having worked previously as a classical music announcer for two different NPR affiliates for some years, as I listened to the host’s voice and my own on my computer, I couldn’t help but think that with this most recent recognition, it was almost like I’d come full-circle.

While an undergraduate music major at Wichita State University (Mike Pelfrey’s alma mater as well), I began working at college radio station KMUW-FM as a classical music announcer.  The staff there found it far easier to train music students in the intricacies of running the board and other technical matters than it was to train Radio-TV/Communications majors to pronounce foreign words and names.  Music majors like myself could usually be relied upon not to flinch from the sight of nor massacre composer names like Antonín Dvořák or Dieterich Buxtehude or names of compositions like Verklärte Nacht or Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune.

Ten years later, I was grateful to win my first orchestral audition–for the position of Principal Oboe with the Spokane Symphony–but needed to augment my orchestra salary through part-time employment.  I sent an air-check, got my radio chops in shape once again, and began work at KPBX Spokane Public Radio an announcer.  Before I left for New York and the Metropolitan Opera, I had gone from a few hours a week to a position as the regular weekday afternoon on-air classical music host.

Now–almost twenty years after moving to New York, marrying and thus becoming a Mets fan, and bidding radio adieu, my voice could be heard–briefly–over the airwaves in Canada and via the Internet everywhere once again.  My blogging about baseball had put me on-air once again.

For me at least, in this digital age, it truly is “all connected”.

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“One is the Loneliest Number”

bxp30237.jpgOn June 29 in Baseball History…

  • 1916 – The Chicago Cubs and Cincinnati Reds played a nine-inning game with just one baseball.

I read this seemingly innocuous little tidbit in the New York Times sports section yesterday morning.

But then I started thinking about

  1. All the foul balls sent into the stands in any baseball game.
  2. All the times I’ve seen pitchers ask for a new ball.
  3. All the times I’ve seen an umpire throw a ball out of play.
  4. All the home runs I’ve seen hit out of the park.

and it made me wonder:

Did they only HAVE one ball? 

If so, did they offer some kind of inducement for fans catching foul balls, er–THE foul ball–to “ante up” THE one game ball so that the game could continue? 

Just how dirty and beat-up did this one baseball get after nine innings of play?

And who got to KEEP this legendary baseball?  It seems that it should’ve been kept for historical purposes, no?

Just some random thoughts that I pondered yesterday…it beat ruminating on the reasons why the Mets seem to remain hell-bent on staying a .500 team.

“In Baseball, You Play in a PARK!”

I will miss the humor of the irreverent George Carlin, who passed away yesterday.

I particularly loved how he examined words, colloquialisms, common expressions, and the English language in general.

One of my all-time favorite “classic” Carlin routines was the one in which he contrasted the sports of baseball and football:



I grew up in Oklahoma–OU Sooners country–with nary a Major League Baseball team within 500 miles.  Never really embracing football and its popularity and having had to accompany the high school football team in its travels as part of the high school band, I always particularly enjoyed Carlin’s underscoring the “tough” persona of football as opposed to the more “civilized” game of baseball.