A Great Day
Today is a great day.
Why? you ask. Because you started this dopey blog, which no one seems interested in joining?
No. Today is a great day because, for the first time in five months, I'm listening to a live game broadcast from the Cleveland Indians' radio crew. I turned the game on around 1:30 p.m. — Tribe/'Stros in Kissimee, Fla. — and it wasn't long before I was treated to one of Tom Hamilton's exuberant home run calls.
Five years ago I had a spring training game on at work, and one of my bosses walked by the office while Hammy was screaming "WAAAAAAAAY BACK — GONE!"
"You've got to me kidding me," Ed said (Ed's used to Boston's Trupiano and Castiglione, a/k/a Flatline and Blasé). "It's a preseason game, and he's that excited?"
Yes, Ed. He's that excited.
Oh, Hammy — how I've missed you, Brother! And Hegan and Underwood, too! A hole in my heart is filled this day!
This joyous day — this great day.
Why? you ask. Because you started this dopey blog, which no one seems interested in joining?
No. Today is a great day because, for the first time in five months, I'm listening to a live game broadcast from the Cleveland Indians' radio crew. I turned the game on around 1:30 p.m. — Tribe/'Stros in Kissimee, Fla. — and it wasn't long before I was treated to one of Tom Hamilton's exuberant home run calls.
Five years ago I had a spring training game on at work, and one of my bosses walked by the office while Hammy was screaming "WAAAAAAAAY BACK — GONE!"
"You've got to me kidding me," Ed said (Ed's used to Boston's Trupiano and Castiglione, a/k/a Flatline and Blasé). "It's a preseason game, and he's that excited?"
Yes, Ed. He's that excited.
Oh, Hammy — how I've missed you, Brother! And Hegan and Underwood, too! A hole in my heart is filled this day!
This joyous day — this great day.
posted by Phutatorius at 2:59 PM
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